I have my ups and downs, but the main concept I keep coming back to is that life shouldn't be about a straight path to consistency. It should be about the 7,392 that make you very nervous, applied weekly, until dead.
I have waited tables all this time to support my writing habit. It has granted me much: The ability to carry lots of small things at once, uncanny knowledge of etiquette, A wine tasting habit, the odd need to call all strangers sir/miss, an astounding memory for minutia and recurrent nightmares. For the most part that is behind me now.
I attend the University of Michigan College of Computer Engineering. I'm studying autonomous robotics.
I'm fun to be around, but can be moody or distracted from time to time. I'll agree with what's best for the group, until I overthrow it's power base and change the group irrecoverably. I'm into the future, I believe in sustainable, cheap, localized power; vertical farms and personal automation.
All I want to do:
~travel the world (more or less on foot)
~learn to fly a zeppelin
~learn to sail
~learn to play the Harpsichord, Cello and Sitar
~banter with witty people about nonsense
~write awesome stories and see them play out before me
~do crazy things, spontaneously with crazy people who are spontaneous.
I have recently:
~had my head up my own ass
~let the views of others dictate the direction of my life
~created a strange little world where I am forced to do things I don't want ,in ways I don't want, for people I don't like.
~discovered dill and sea salt triscuits.
~begun the process of coming back to myself
I was a camp counselor once, it was the best job I ever had. that may be the best indication of my personality I can offer.
I'll still try anything twice.