OK. So this is going to be my web journal. It will give you some insight about what it is to be me. So let's kick it off.

My name is Justin. I was born February 3rd, 1980. I've had a 70-year old's worth of medical mishaps -- and I'm not happy about it. I went to South Kingstown High School in Wakefield, Rhode Island. It's pretty good so far as public schools go. I scored a 1400 on my SATs (after three tries!) and bugged the chair of our science department, Mrs. Angelo, to give me a merit-based scholarship, compliments of RPI (Rensselaer Polytechnic Institute, for those of you who aren't "in the know").

I got in. Made some good friends. Had a good advisor (correction: have a good advisor). Almost made suma cum laude (however it's spelled). But once I got to the point where I knew I couldn't reach it, I just said fuck it. I ended with a 3.84.

But before any of that even happened, the first big event (of many to come, unfortunately) happened to me. See, I was working out at RPI's gym, and being the clutz that I am, I clocked my knee against a workout machine pretty damn hard. Hurt like hell, and stayed that way for nearly a month. I don't remember when that was exactly, but it was definitely before November.

So Turkey day rolled around, and I rolled out of bed... just to find that my leg was swollen up so bad that it hurt to walk... So I called my mom, and asked her for advice on how to cook the turkey. Of course I didn't mention the leg (don't be silly!). So finally, a few hours later, after everyone had come over (and me still in my shorts), Katie (my ex-gf) and Deana (my current gf) convinced me that we need to go to the infirmary. Just to make sure nothing bad was happening...