August 01, 2002 - 10:57 am
Foolish FAQs
I'll be adding to this periodically when I think of something interesting or important about me, so feel free to check it out every now and then.
1. The Vitals
2. Background
3. What happened to all your old entries?
The Vitals
NAME: Nathan Fellhauer
BIRTHDATE: October 2, 1972
HEIGHT: 5'8"
WEIGHT: 185
EYES: Blue
HAIR: Dark blonde
OCCUPATION: Scientist/Aspiring Writer
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Background
Let's start at the very beginning. If you thought to yourself "That's a very good place to start," feel free to slap yourself. Thanks.
I was born in Fresno, California, otherwise known as EarthAss. If the Great Flood mentioned in the Bible was God's way of giving the earth an enema, Fresno is where he stuck it. It's not all that bad, I guess, but I'm allowed to poke fun at it because, well, I was born there. I laugh to keep from crying. Months pass in the summer with consecutive highs over 100 degrees. Months pass in the winter when you can't see the sky through the fog. If it wasn't for the weather, Fresno would be pretty, well, Fresnoish.
When I was going into second grade, we moved to Littleton, Colorado, a suburb of Denver. Yes, if we would have stayed there, I would have gone to Columbine High School. I loved Denver. The snow in winter was my paradise. I'd spent countless hours in our back yard building snow forts, snowcastles, sledding...you name it. Snow was my life. I had a lot of friends in grammar school, and was the happiest little boy alive.
We moved to Redmond, Washington for my junior high days. Because I wore glasses and was a year younger than most of my classmates, I was the target of hormonal adolescent male aggression. I was beat up, swirlied (don't ask), shoved around, and in general, pretty damn miserable. I half-heartedly considered suicide a few times, but obviously--this is for the inbred people in the back of the room--never went through with it.
Those three years were utter hell. Seriously. I even got a couple sympathy cards from Hitler. They were a little scorched and all, but very emotional. Anyway, during that time, I became a little hacker. I paid a small fortune (and sold my soul) for a super-fast 1200 baud modem, traded old Commodore 64 games with cross-dressing eskimos on sabbatical in Africa, and became a BBS junkie. I was on the 80's version of the internet nightly, usually until 3 or 4 in the morning, rediscovering my normal personality, the one that was literally beaten out of me daily.
A few short weeks before I started high school, my dad took a job in Denton, Texas. Those of you who started drooling on yourselves with thoughts of The Rocky Horror Picture Show upon hearing the name "Denton," have my permission to again slap yourself. Thank you. Denton is a half-hour or so north of Dallas, and although the weather in summer is horrendous (my best friend often likened the humid September air to "a hot bucket of shit"), and nobody knows how to MOVE there, I actually didn't mind living there.
High school was awesome. Granted, during high school, I thought it sucked. I never went on any dates. I thought girls thought of me as a dork. I thought everyone thought my friends and I were dorks. But it didn't matter. There are so many memories wrapped up in those three years, memories of Good Times, that today, I'd have to say those really were the best years of my life.
I attended the University of North Texas for a couple years, before following my parents out to my current home, San Diego, California. San Diego is nice, but the weather is insanely boring. You're more likely to be mugged by a rabid mime in a wheelchair than you are to find a good thunderstorm here, which is a shame because I love a good thunderstorm.
I graduated from San Diego State University in 1995 with a degree in biology. I had accumulated enough credits to graduate and just happened to be a biology major at the time, so that's what I got stuck with. Along the way, I hit just about every major possible: music, english, architecture, chemistry, biology, marketing, advertising, art...the list goes on.
This leads me to my current problem. I'm not happy as a scientist. I'm too creative and find myself stifled by SOPs (Standard Operating Procedures), regulations, only using black ink in a laboratory notebook, and so on.
Anyway, as my college career finished up, I dated a girl named Amy. We went out for three and a half years, before she dumped me. It was a particularly messy breakup and things were rather ugly for a few months. Go figure--one month, we're talking about getting married; the next, she uses my heart as a suppository. We had everything in common, except our beliefs and values.
A few months after Amy and I broke up, I met Amanda. We fell in love. All was bliss. I proposed to her in May, 2001, and a year later, we got married. The wedding was truly fairy tale perfect.
And so far, so good. :)
so that's where I am now. A disgruntled scientist happily married to the closest thing Nature has created to a Perfect Woman. I'll work that first part out sooner or later...
What happened to all your old entries?
On August 1, 2002, I decided to "clean up" my journal. I know people who know me were reading it, despite the painfully obvious request for them not to at the top of the page. At any rate, I've decided to not be so private about this thing anyway. From this point forward, I'm completely open. All I ask is that anyone who wants to read the old material just contact me and I'll show you where they can be found. Please don't just arbitrarily go looking for them. Respect that I've--moved on, in a sense. Thanks.
