After much recent self-reflection, I've come to the conclusion that I'm highly entertaining, but not particularly likable. I'm blunt, crass, cynical, sarcastic and intelligent enough to make all of that (apparently) threatening. I have opinions about everything-- they aren't set in stone and I'm always willing to hear a different side, but you'd better have the stones to back it up. I love playing devil's advocate and can engage in friendly (FRIENDLY) debate endlessly. I care very deeply about very few people or things, and see nothing wrong with that. I will mock you at some point. I will mock myself at most points. I have no sense of propriety.

There are a few things that are dealbreakers for me.
-I don't tolerate stupidity or ignorance well. If you don't feel that you're intelligent or more importantly, if you aren't secure enough in your own that mine isn't a problem, we will not be okay.

-Religion. I am an atheist. I'm not going to try and disabuse you of anything, but I think the shit you believe is ridiculous and completely irrational. Kudos if you can keep it to yourself, but if you're going to feel the need to thump any books around me, things may get ugly.

-Social intolerance of any flavor. I don't care who offends you. I am an equal opportunity humanist. I will not accommodate bigotry.

I'm in nursing school, and it has taken over my life. I have no free time, and very little sanity as a result.

Unintentionally intimidating and/or offending people. Pen and ink drawings. Cooking without a recipe. Saying exactly the right thing at exactly the wrong time, or vice versa. Knowing the most random, esoteric bits of information.

I have very little hair at the moment. I probably look angry. Only one of these is intentional.

You should ask SkippleNanifram about my neutral-face.

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• SkippleNanifram

Books: If it has words on, in or around it, I will read it. I may not enjoy it, but I swear, it's like a compulsion. It's in my top five favorite things to do. I'm also a complete word-nerd. For instance, I spent a chunk of time the other day thinking about how interesting it is that to build a wall is "raise" and to tear one down is "raze." Yeah.

Movies: I'm not a big movie or TV person. I may watch, I may like, but I will soon forget.

Music: Also in my top five favorite things to do, in any capacity. I play (badly), will listen endlessly, and sing to myself pretty constantly. I firmly believe that great music can be found in any genre, it's just that in some *coughcountrycough* that hardly ever happens.

Food: Spicy. Homemade. The delicious kind. I'll eat pretty much anything, unless it contains milk. Boo, allergy.

Art supplies, music, citrus fruit, jeans, chapstick, and coffee.

Homework. School. More homework. How much I'd kill for a cocktail right about now. More homework. Why people as a species tend to be not-bright and incapable of basic logic. School.

Either drinking with people, or hiding from people. It's completely dependent on the kind of week I've gone through.

I remember when I first found out that I'd grossly overestimated human intelligence on average. It has been a disappointment to me every day since.

I desperately want to be an idealist, but I'm too pragmatic to make it fly.

You feel inspired to, despite the knowledge that I'm

A) bad about MEANING to write and then not getting around to it for a while

and

B) bad about continuing to write once contact has been established.

In other words, if you have the patience of a rock.