I don’t like writing about myself. Your identity is defined by what goes on inside of your head and the way you express it all to the people you surround yourself with. To attempt to write about yourself in a short paragraph seems almost pointless because no matter what I say, no matter how egotistical or modest I make myself out to be, it will never really be me. It’s just what I suspect others think of me and a brief overview of my 19 year old story.
So I guess that’s kind of an appropriate way to begin. I’m 19 years old and I grew up in Brussels. I was the chubby American kid in an all Belgian elementary school, I learned how to cope with being a weird in middle school, and I sat in a lot of comfortable seats with a lot of comforting people for all of high school. Just like most people, it took me around 18 years to really figure myself out. Through the highs and lows, through homework and heartbreak, I’m glad I came out on the other side in relatively unscathed.
I now attend Syracuse University in upstate New York where I study music business, I play guitar and sing for Spark Alaska, I take a lot of pictures so I won’t forget the places and the people, and things are pretty okay.
I tried my best to write the basics down but, just like anyone, you’ll never really know me until we’ve played Tony Hawk Proskater 4 together or we’ve talked about how good The Arctic Monkeys are, or something. I don’t know. Just follow me on here and I guarantee you’ll feel like you know me better than after reading this stupid about me page.