Introductions to Your Humble Narrator

I don't know when exactly I was considered an adult. It just kind of happened. I wish there were some kind of initiation ritual or something, but it was honestly just: "Hey, you're out of college. Have fun in Grown-up Land!"

Thus the name of the blog.
                                                        

So, who am I? Good question, glad I asked it. I am a recent college grad and an aspiring author by the name of Jazzy Quicksilver. No, that's not my real name, even if I wish it were, but it's close enough. I didn't go to college for anything practical or useful, like for a BSA or an Engineering or Education degree. Nope. I went to school for Art.

And so the search begins; for work, for friends, for lodging of my very own. So far I've been out of college for less than a month, and no luck with anything so far. Not that I was really expecting anything different.

Well, let me stop getting sidetracked. I should continue the introduction instead of ramble on. First, let me show you the players of this game that is my silly little life.

PLAYER ONE:

The Artist: Jazzy Quicksilver

1. She has tired, defeated eyes typical of a disillusioned former art student.
2. Littered with tattoos and piercings. Four tatts and counting.
3. Flabby belly typical of a gamer.
4. Failhawk hair – part-time punk.

PLAYER TWO:

The Boyfriend: Boy Sam

1. Kind of looks like Shaggy Doo.
2. Droopy eyes, always cheerful. Painfully optimistic.
3. General Scientist. Cool when you're a kid. Silly as an adult. He doesn't give a crap.
4. Tall, skinny, enviable metabolism. * shakes fist *

PLAYER THREE:

The Tank: Anders (aka Dread Kitty)

                                   

1. Fifteen pounds of fluffy, grey, super staticky fur.
2. He does not want your silly cheeseburgers.
3. Has identity issues. Thinks he's a dog. Thinks he's a cat. Maybe he's a...CatDog?!

*Please don't sue me, Nickleodeon! I'm really poor!

You got it all? Yeah, I didn't particularly think so. Don't worry, you will one of these days. Now that I've gotten that out of the way...well, I'm not particularly sure what to do next.

Um... you'll hear from me soon, I suppose.

Bye?