That awkward introduction phase

Icebreakers, comments on the weather, averted eyes, and a promise to call which is only fulfilled three weeks later when I accidentally drink a bit too much and using the phone seems like a great idea; I hate the awkward introduction phase. Let's get it over with, shall we?

I'm Happy Badger. You are? Oh, lovely. Pleasu- no no, the pleasure's all mine. I insist. Great pleasure. Nay brother, tis all mine. Good. Uhuh. Moving on.

On the advice of several Reddit.com users, I've made a super duper blog to tell super duper stories in. Several of these stories will be told with the accompaniment of scars, if I can ever get my camera to work right, but all are indeed true. They [for now] deal with a point in my life where I was caught between two big passions, the stage and animal friends [I'll refer to animals in general as Animal Friends from now on.], and by some stroke of luck managed to combine the two into something that for 7 months kept me busy, bloody, and developing a seething hatred of humanity by the day.

Many moons ago, meaning a couple years, I was a volunteer at the a large museum for children. My specialty, exotic animals. If you name it, I've probably ridden, cleaned up after, been bitten by, or at the very least seen it up close. For a time I was extremely keen on becoming a veterinarian, in the same sense that I was interested in becoming a gynecologist [not for the same reasons, obv pov. I'm not into that kind of thing.], a chiropractor, a psychologist, and a metric fuckton of other titles.

In the end though, I walked away with a host of scars, an abolished introverted mentality, and the willingness to vote for the first presidential candidate whose motto is "Pro-choice, pro-infanticide, pro-fucking kill everything". All in good fun, eh?

I'll write the first real post of this later today. For now, I've got an Assassin's Creed mission that needs doing and a Zune that's just crying for new music.

Wasn't that lovely,
-Happy little badger