Today marks the first day of the rest of your life. Thats what my bus driver told me when I complained to him about how unlucky I felt. "I got no hands" I exclaimed, obviously reffering to how bad I am at ball. Dumbfounded, Buzz quickly grabbed my hands and told me with releif, "Don't worry... they are right here." Buzz was now smiling as he thought of all the beauties that we take for granted. His thumbs gently caressed my knuckles until he gripped my hands more firmly, as if he was protecting them from something. "I know that I HAVE hands.. bruhh" I whined. Buzz would now wear a scowl until I quietly muttered, "Thank you." Hearing this, Buzz was able to relax at last and softly let go of my hands to grab the steering wheel once more. The point of this story is pretty obvious so I will refrain from "over milking the cow," as my super used to say to me back in Colombus. For the curious few who have read till this point, with some unfounded, yet unremetting hope that you will get to know more about me, I will make the following claim. I think You know quite a bit about me already, don't you? If you don't find yourself fond of puzzles, then I won't waste another moment of your time: I am student, brother, and friend. I am a son. I am also a tutor, minister, and referee on Saturdays. I am humble, artistic, and a Taurus. I am vain. I constantly find myself chasing meaning and attention in a cognitively disonant nightmare. Money is meaningless, but I still got it. Thank you. *Bows in front of bathroom mirror while listening to Applause by Lady Gaga*