So Here I Am...

So I'm browsing through fastweb because I need more money for college. My mom's political career is on the rocks thanks to physical limits regarding her many injuries and conditions.

Now, my dad is the main person in the household bringing in an income, so I need to make sure I get money so I can get a college degree. Unfortunately, accounting pays bills, but not enough for three kids and the kids' grandparents.

Browsing through fastweb and I come across this site's blogging scholarship contest. I noted to myself how I blog a lot... mainly on Facebook. I can never stop writing. It has become less of a tendency and more of an obsessive compulsive disorder reflex.

So I began thinking... if I can blog a lot, what's the harm in blogging on this site as well? If anything, I could always blog on my Facebook account and copy it onto here. I really want to dorm next year. I don't think I can handle living at my house.

If you lived with my family, you'd agree... it's Hell. I have a power-hungry, control-freak of a mother, a father who plays her messenger, a grandmother and grandfather who have lost their minds roughly a decade ago, an older brother who's a conservative extremist, but on the upside, a younger brother who is one of the smartest individuals I know personally, and a puppy that's easily more logical than the elder family residents (grandparents). Wow, what a rant.

I guess it could be worse. My older brother could be smarter. I say "worse" because if he were more intelligent, then our little political debates may actually be a tad more treacherous for me, where I'd have more competition, rather than himself constantly looking like an ignorant, close-minded prick of a dumbass.

Anthony, my younger brother is surprisingly sophisticated. He has knowledge that is easily beyond his years, and then some. I like to give myself much of the credit for his mental growth. Years ago, when he was roughly ten to eleven years old, I realized he was in fact an idiot. He was obnoxious and annoying. I really had little tolerance for his behavior.

I knew I was going to have to up my teachings a knotch. Instead of picking on him with the occassional physical abuse, I showed him my favorite movies that have intellectual value or artistic language. I began trying to force movies such as "Sin City" by Frank Miller on him, then began recommending certain books for his summer reading assignments. Years, books, television shows, and movies later, he is smarter than myself and a straight A honor student.

To this day, he is artistically talented (can play bass, electric, and acoustic guitar, piano, learning drums, can dance, sing, act), philosophically inclined (holds many theories on life, religion, and human instincts), political, and very outgoing and personable. I really don't think I could've done a better job. On a side note, he's tough too. He has made a strict workout routine for himself.

One could believe I must have a form of envy or jealousy against him, but I really don't. Yes, while he may be far better than I in many ways, I still have my own strengths. For one, I am a great writer. Most to all of the people I share my material with agree. I have my own unique style to my creative writing that comes naturally for me, and only a few others. I'm very poetic. I find myself speaking in rhyme, metaphores, and symbolisms just as easily as having a conversation about which toothpaste I prefer.

I also have a great deal of ambition. My younger brother, Anthony has very little ambition. He believes the world is a miserable place to live in, and I can agree with that to an extent, but he has so little faith, one could say it's disheartening. I like to shoot for the stars. Now, I wouldn't say they're pipe-dreams. Pipe-dreams is a question of "will I shoot for the stars now or later?" As long as you plan your trip to the stars and know how you'll go about it, that's the difference. That is what negates the idea of pipe-dreams.

I like to think of myself as Einstein reincarnated. He and I have a lot in common... more than people would think initially. Einstein is and always will be a great role model of mine. Few know that he actually had Asperger's Syndrome... a high functioning form of Autism. I, too have Asperger's Syndrome. It consists with a different way of thinking. A way of thinking that he and I both share. If there was one person in history I would wish to meet, that'd be him.

Favorite Einstein quote: Two things that are infinite are human stupidity and the universe... and I'm not sure about the universe.

I need to clean my dorm...

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