I'm in the Materials Engineering (read: soul sucking) program at the University of Florida (but really, it's pretty great). So far I've managed to keep this beast of an educational pursuit not only running, but mercifully separate from my personal life (except for the occasional massively nerdy science pun).

Sex jokes are better with science in them.

Considering the most common type of person on this site, I'd say it's unlikely that I'm going to be very nice to you. Additionally - messaging me to tell me I'm not your type doesn't bother me, but isn't it a waste of your time? Especially since I'm taken (chrome_shadows)? Not that you'll read this if you're going to turn out to be the kind of person that irritates me.

If I get a bad first impression, I am likely to be prickly.

I can tell if you're faking it.

I'm artistic and mildly talented as far as music goes, but keep to myself for the most part. It's hard to get me to share things and I'm often unwilling to discuss emotions simply because I lack the eloquence to sufficiently explain them.

I'm a dual citizen, of the US and of Germany.

Outwardly you'll find me energetic, talkative but not loud, and animated. I tend to mix business wear with fetish wear and routinely waltz around campus in tall boots (the air is fresher up here). If I'm alone and outside I will have headphones and sunglasses on. This renders me unresponsive to anything but over the top visual stimulation. (Jump up and down and wave.)

I have trouble finding women I get along with on anything more than surface level. This is unfortunate, but true. If you think you can be an exception to this rule, please let me know...

I drive a not-yet-broken truck that is older than I am.
I love to do mechanical/technical work.
I like to stick my nose into all kinds of interests that are so numerous that it is hard to sustain them all.
I like to get out of 'the house' as much as possible.
I like to make adventures out of routine activities.
I walk sneakily when I am in plain view.
I have trouble operating doors and locks.

Materials Science and Engineering and Chemistry at UF.

Who knows what that will translate into in the real world.

I work Event and Technical Services at the Stephen C. O'Connell Center.

Sometimes I break down walls. Hope to do more of that.

I'd rather build motorcycles, paint cars, learn to tattoo and get back into music.

I'll figure something out. And I'll make it badass.

...shirking questions like this one.

That I'm tall. Then they realize that my boots are tall, and that I am not.

I stick out in a crowd because I never wear sweatpants with t-shirts, Uggs, crocs, or shorts.

Once a conversation starts, they probably notice that I'm socially awkward (but not shy....) and that I sometimes talk faster than I form sentences, which I like to think is endearing rather than embarrassing.

Books: Stephen King's Dark Tower series, Catch 22, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, The Yattering and Jack, Der Struwwelpeter, textbooks.

Movies: The Fifth Element, Tokyo Gore Police, The Visioneers, Monsters, Inc., Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead, The Devil's Rejects, The Labyrinth, Gentlemen Prefer Blondes, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Live Free or Die Hard + its predecessors, the Bond films, 12 Monkeys, A Clockwork Orange, Amadeus, Alice in Wonderland (the Erotic Musical Comedy), Much Ado About Nothing, And, goddamnit, I hate making lists. They never turn out the way I want them to.

Plays: I Hate Hamlet, No Exit, The Real Thing, The Dead Guy, Lend me a Tenor, Once Upon a Mattress, Return to the Forbidden Planet, Cyrano, War of the Worlds, A Tuna Christmas, Twelfth Night, Othello

Music: Industrial, Metal, Neue Deutsch Härte, [Classic] Rock, and some electronic things. I try not to rule anything out. I'm a sucker for the juxtaposition heaviness and classical influence. Also for cellos. I'm getting over my bias against female vocalists.

Food: Feed me.

My fingertips, my immune system, my intrinsic checks and balances, my sense of touch, my perception of pain, and those moments during which nothing could be more beautiful than the present.

Dancing badly at the Attic, or teching my little heart out.

I am terrified of beards. Or rather, I like to point out people with beards and then widen my eyes and hide behind Clarence. I have met some beards. They're not all bad. But they are beards, and for that they will suffer from my eternal distaste for them.

[Facial hair is okay. I mean the kind of beard that makes you want to point, and say "Beeeeaarrrdddd!"]

I think in pictures and never in words. I get lost in images and can very rarely explain myself accurately. The way I see the world doesn't translate into English. I wish I could show it to you.

you've got something to say, in [proper] English/German, that doesn't involve fucking me. Unless you are chrome_shadows. And then by all means, continue.