Space Doggy, an Introduction

All I seem to be doing lately *yawwwn* is sleeping. How is it possible that I require 12 hours of sleep every day? Yes, it's becoming difficult to accomplish anything (other than practice my dream flying and teleportation techniques) these days. A proper introduction may shed some clues to my condition, or even *yawwwn* cure me.

*12 hours later*

My name is Matt and I grew up in, and presently live in, California, and that is my chihuahua "Tiny" Dog. Actually, he is the family dog, but he is my best friend, and I will miss him dearly whenever I move out. I'm 24 years old now and a few years ago I had to move back in with my parents because I was too depressed and couldn't find any work. That was in Portland, Oregon, a very beautiful city, but it was nothing like where I grew up. Now I've taken better care of myself and I gave up the unhealthy behavior that contributed to my depression, but this process has also placed me on a strange path facing new opportunities and responsibilities and my knowledge of this leaves me more than just a little scared and anxious about the near future.

For example, applying for college, I recently participated in the SAT Reasoning Test, a comprehensive, and very secretive test (shh, I can't say any more or they will kill us both!), used by colleges and universities to predict how well incoming freshman will perform with college coursework. Now typically this test is administered to High School Juniors and Seniors, and at my testing location this was 99% true, but I was the exception. I felt really old and creepy, like maybe I should have stood up before the test and explained "this is what happens when you act totally narcissistic, become addicted and regard your family and country with unsound spite and hatred. You'll be forced to live at home, work pitiful jobs and enroll in college when most of your peers have already left graduate school. So, don't FAIL THIS TEST! Go back to school."

Situations like this remind me of why I am where I am today, with a good bit of humility, which isn't a foible for me, this attitude has served me well. But I do feel anxious because in the past I have chosen the easiest and most destructive paths, that now I wonder how and if I am prepared for this more difficult but rewarding path.

It is also true that in High School I didn't have a passion for any one subject. My drawing and painting have always been hobbies. I used to write poems, scripts, journals, musings and High School news articles. During my dark days I was determined to author a novel. My determination to be an author faded away when I realized that all of my work was negative, depressing, and not directed towards an audience other than myself. Somewhere along my way I discovered Chopin and a few of his Nocturnes. Chopin's music awoke in me a sense of longing for something mysterious: a passion, and a deep need to share my musical expressions through the piano.

That was three years ago, and I am very eager to bring my passion for piano music to the University I am applying for. I crave, and need, professional and conventional advice from teachers and fellow musicians in order to bring forth and share my passion with a larger audience.

CONCLUSION: Maybe if I had friends who weren't a little dog who likes to sleep with me as long as I do, I wouldn't spend 12 hours in bed. I'm grateful for You Tube, for the awesome people and characters I've met there, and I'm grateful for you too, you invisible virtual audience.