About
Thought you’ll never ask…
I was born a (relatively) long time ago, when I was very, very young, as a result of my parents having sexual intercourse. My birth date, according to my ID card, is 23rd April, 1990, though that remains unconfirmed.
In my early years, I was known as a very stubborn child, always seeking adventure and making mess all around me. It was a total craziness to be my parent (that has been confirmed numerous times so far). The situation is far better now, after all those years, or at least it looks like that.
Full of enthusiasm, in September 1997, I enrolled into an elementary school (that’s when the pain begins). At first, it seemed very cool, but as I approached 7th and 8th grades, it turned out in a bunch of idiots, which made me regret the day I entered the schoolyard for the first time in my life, in early 1994, wanting to see a local ranter. I didn’t see it back then, and I remember going back home wondering if it was all real. Much later, it turned out to be real, but it was too late…
As of this writing, I am in senior year in high school, struggling to start college studies in Information Technology (you know, that boring school subject you started to hate really seriously when you enrolled 3rd grade in high school).
By default, I don’t have free time, as I am constantly busy with writing over a few dozen SQL queries a day, refactoring several thousands of C++ code on a daily basis, killing extremely cumbersome spiders, and do lots of other interesting (and lots of less interesting) things. Sometimes, I engage in an activity known as studying for school, but I tend to make it happen as rarely as possible.
If, by some mistake, I happen to have some free time, I usually get lost in outer space, enjoying in various spiritual delights and performing all kinds of magic. And I actually happen to be sticking to this line of crap.
According to some people, I am a great replenishing source for all kinds of wisdom. According to Wikipedia, I am a well – known Montenegrin poet and bishop. According to myself, I am – you guessed it – just me.
Oh, by the way, don’t forget to wash your hands after going to the bathroom. It’s good for your health, and makes your life much better.
Jaro