markel

Party doesn’t mean a whole lot to me - never been my sort of thing. For me, a party in college was having half the dorm floor in my room playing Mario Kart or Tetris 64 - or Goldeneye, that had a good run. There was sometimes beer involved, but not insane imbibing. I was too much of a loser to party in high school. And as an adult with two children, now party reminds me of people getting together for at least a semi-nice dinner.

I thought she was very pretty and that she was obviously intelligent.

I talk to myself all the time. I sing to myself, I have conversations with myself, things people find rather weird. I don’t know why I do so, specifically, but I know that it helps me think things through.

I used to want to get into fights all the time. I had a horrible temper and was not afraid to use it. My freshman year at Anderson, I had to be pulled away from another guy at lunch because he shoved me. I think that’s the biggest change. Maybe that, and my confidence around women - I used to be a complete moron around girls, now I’m just a half-wit.

Vicarage being over, fourth year of sem being over, and being able to finally settle down in one place for more than one year at a time.