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Let's begin with the history of THE Jess, told by an actual Jess. . .the history that started
about two years ago. I can't remember much before that. My system discards of expired files that
are of no use. I'm going to give a brief overview, and then move on to exhibit A.
My name is Jess (Yes, short for Jessica), obviously. I am a child of the very early 80s, and so
one can estimate my age by deductive reasoning. I've lived in the Mid-West all my life in the same,
terribly dull city, a few minutes south of St.Louis. And for this reason, I claim none of my
surroundings. I only have to fight for recognition in this void for a few more years. After college, I'll
migrate to a far away place and live happily ever after. Speaking of college, my area of study is
Computer Science. I can often be found, sitting in front of my PC, zoning to further my status of
<geek gurl>. I've been a faithful net addict for about 3 years now. And no, I don't need a life, I need
annoying people to leave me alone. I'm extremely introverted and need to be alone for mental
processing. The net is easy like that. I can shut off the annoyances if they continue. However, I
cannot shut off, say, my mother. My mother: that's a whole other story.
I do, in fact, look semi-normal from the outside, but once a look from the inside is taken,
anyone could see that I'm a raging geek. I'm, at the moment, still battling HTML (which has been
interesting because I don't have a creative bone in my body when it comes to web design), and I'm
also at the start line of C++. And it's only the beginning. I absolutely LOVE higher math, and I'll admit
that...twice even. If I saw a point in majoring in math, I'd jump at the chance. I say this quite often,
but math is one of the few things that makes sense to me. And I'm not too complicated, so obviously
I like it. I rarely attend social events, which leads my close friends to think I'm a bit odd. And I might
even be a bit odd, but I'd much rather stay at home, in my room, with my PC (my connection to the
outside), where I'm safe from the mass of idiocy we like to call the public.
TO BE CONTINUED. . .
