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Where I forgot to look at my actual post count before posting a comment and then...Well...Yeah. 1001. Anyway. I guess I’m supposed to let you all know who I actually am now, assuming you haven’t figured out enough about me just by my constant rambling.
Anyway, my real name is Adam Curtis Brown. I give you my middle name because it’s part of a joke played by my dad (Who’s first name just happens to be James) and my mother (Winifred…she prefers Wendy). The joke goes like this. My father was an electrician when I was born (He was even electrocuted, though luckily not fatally, several months before I was born). That aside, my parents had a choice of two names for me. They had decided on the names Adam and Daniel. They had pre-chosen my middle name, Curtis (My great-grandfather’s middle name). So basically, my parents had the choice of giving me the initials of AC or DC. Yeah. AC Brown, son of an electrician. That’s me.
So anyway, moving on from there. I was actually born January 29th, 1980 in Winston-Salem, North Carolina, which, contrary to one rumor I heard later in life, was not named after the cigarette brands (Those brands were named for the two colonies that eventually merged into the now sprawling metropolis that bares their names).
Shortly after my birth, my father was transferred to the Orlando Florida branch of the company he worked for. I don’t particularly remember this time of my life, so I’m not going into it. Three years later we moved across the vast length of the state of Florida to the wonderful city of Tampa. I think the heat of that place actually burned all the brain cells for memory of that area, though I do remember a few things. They aren’t really important, though.
Three more years pass and my family moves to the gargantuan retirement villa of Hendersonville, North Carolina, where my parents have remained for the past 18.5 years. We lovingly refer to this town as “Hooterville,” just for kicks and giggles. At any rate, after a couple of years in the dismal North Carolina public school system, the multitude of friends that I had (No really, I was a popular little first grader) chose to no longer be my friends. Over the next 5 years, I was the target of a popular grade school game entitled, “See how long it takes to make Adam cry.” I was a fairly sensitive child, and those who bet the low numbers tended to win. Due to a lack of interest in school and people, I began to withdraw from society, choosing to nothing but draw during my time at school. Most people thought I was going to grow up to become an artist. Unfortunately, the pressure of not having friends weighed on me so strongly that I even gave that up.
Needless to say, much of those years have been blocked off for psychological reasons (Though I do remember the time a girl told me she only hated one person at a time, that it was usually me, but not today. Strangely, I was actually thankful for the fact that it wasn’t me that day). About 4 months after I began attending Junior High, my grades plummeted and my health began to suffer because of the strain of being solidly mocked by every person I knew (and a good deal of people I didn’t know. Plus a few of the teachers). As a result, my parents chose to enroll me in homeschool. I was really happy about this. For the next 4 years, my mother tried everything she could to get me to do some actual learning and upon realizing that I would only do things that really interested me (I just recently found out that I have ADD…which explains a lot), she more or less just let me do whatever, tried to figure out if I was learning anything, and called that my schoolwork. This became easier when we got our first computer, and I had it disassembled and re-built within one week.
If I felt like making this the longest landmark ever, I’d tell you about the girl I fell in love with as a 13 year-old. However, I feel this actual story would require a landmark of its own (To be seen next time on Landmark: Boris).
Anyway, I graduated with a GED about 10 days before my 17th birthday, and began attending Blue Ridge Community College (AKA, Redneck Tech) 3 months later. Most of the next couple years were uneventful. In 1998 I went to Especially for Youth (A week long grouping of Mormon teenagers for those who don’t know) in Tampa, Florida. This turned out to be one of the more enjoyable weeks I had had in the course of my life. As a result, my parents decided it might be a good idea if I put off my mission for a few months in order to attend college at Ricks. I did so, which actually turned out to be uneventful, but really good for getting me over homesickness before my mission. I turned in my mission papers while away at college and received a call to the Idaho Boise Mission (yes, I’ve seen “Single’s Ward”).
The mission was pretty difficult for me, as I was a particularly unhealthy person at the time (My weight reached an all time high of 310 pounds while I was serving) and suffered from multiple health problems that would go undiagnosed for 4 more years. However, it was the best thing I have ever done, and was one of the most intensely spiritual and emotional times of my life.
The time since my mission has been filled with ups and downs, but hasn’t had too many glaring bright spots, aside from one. I went from being a Computer Systems Technology student (At my father’s request) to being an English student. This has been one of the most difficult transitions of my life aside from my mission. It takes a lot to go from the equations and solid answers (Either it works, or it doesn’t) of work in a technological field to the subjectivity and infinite possibilities of work in the arts.
So that’s me. Hope it wasn’t too boring. I truly enjoy this forum, and I’m so glad that I found it. I love each and every one of you (Yeah, you too, Tom *noogies*).
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Yeah, I thought I'd make a clever spin on the whole <Insert TV Show> : <Insert Location> trend lately Posts: 3003 | Registered: Oct 2004
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"If I felt like making this the longest landmark ever, I’d tell you about the girl I fell in love with as a 13 year-old. However, I feel this actual story would require a landmark of its own (To be seen next time on Landmark: Boris)."
I say go to it. You write really well about stuff that (in my experience) is hard to write well about. Nicely done.
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You're really someone who's come to be a good friend on Hatrack... I admire you in many ways. Stick around for several thousand more dalmations!
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