It was a dark night on August seventh 1985, when from one lady in a hospital a wild Mitchel appeared. Within the span of 25 years he aged 25 years; he went through rigorous training to be a Mitchel like no other Mitchel could be. He attended school after school after school after school went to work then went back to attending another school and is currently in school to get a piece of paper printed off a printer that will give him a payment for services rendered to survive off of food to provide him and his one cat (I hate the plurality of *has cats* on my details it makes it seem like no one has just one cat but multiple cats because one cat spawns sixteen and you become the crazy cat person) the life they had become accustomed to before he quit his work to go back to school(I didnt want to quit but hours and my education didn't coincide and an education will always win out). He is currently achieving his B.S. in Sociology which will be completed in may 2012 which he will then apply for the phd program for sociology. if you want to tame this Mitchel you will need pocky, boba tea, pho, walks in nature, an ability to camp, and humor that would probably be useful as well.
He is laid back optimistic and pretty patient. His Wii recently started working again so for the month off it will be tetris playing and Spanish workbooks until class starts with bouts of pokemon white mixed in. He likes to play video games but isn't a hardcore omfg avid player nor does he freak out over all the newest games. People always come before video games THE END. (I hate how in some relationships I see video games win out over the girl or the guy that is dumb.)