Most of the time I feel that I'm a character in a Wes Anderson movie. I think about it for a few minutes, and the feeling fades away. But as soon as I stop thinking about it the thought creeps back into my brain.

Long story short: I'm a nerd. I usually have a text book from a class I am not taking sitting next to my bed. I enjoy overly corny jokes (A peanut was walking through the park; it was assaulted). I enjoy things such as reading, writing, drawing, cooking, playing guitar, and listening to music.

I'm a pretty plain guy. I spend entirely way too much time just laying in the grass. I like hot baths, good books, good tea, and happy music. I'm pretty much a pacifist, violence just isn't very nice.

Recent text from my friend margiecakes:

"...stop overthinking things. Seriously, you take everything waaaaay too seriously. You need to lighten up."

I want to be a college professor, and I'm aiming at getting my Ph.D. in political science, and I also enjoy studying philosophy. I'm taking my time with school at the moment, I would like to keep out of debt as much as possible, so I plan on transferring to a UC when I turn 24 and become eligible for financial aid. I support myself at the moment by delivering pizza, which affords me plenty of time to sit in my car and think; and at the same time requires minimum effort and takes up a relatively short amount of time for the amount of money I make.

I'm also doing a fair amount of rowing in the mornings.

Drinking beer. It's something amazingly simple that everyone does, but I do it exceptionally well. I don't drink in excess, the way in which I drink beer is just amazing. I don't even know what that means.

I'm also really good at analyzing/critiquing arguments. I'm not necessarily good at the act of arguing. I present my argument and if it's not accepted I don't really care. An argument should stand on it's own merits. If there's a discrepancy in understanding then I'll explain myself, but I don't argue back and forth and yell over it. Life is too short to do that sort of thing.

Coming up with things to do. They may be childish and simple, but they'll be enjoyable none the less.

I have the physique of a pop sickle stick.

(A) Fathers and Sons by Ivan Turgenev, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, Crime and Punishment, A Clockwork Orange, Sartre, Camus, Murakami, Wallace Stephens, George Orwell, Dostoevsky, Vonnegut, and history books in general.

(B) The Darjeeling Limited, Garden State, Snatch, brick, Fight Club, Trainspotting, Requiem for a Dream, Fear and Loathing, Wag The Dog, The American Astronaut, RocknRolla, Waiting..., Eurotrip, Slumdog Millionaire, No Country for Old Men

(C) The Fratellis, Common Rider, Arctic Monkeys, Bright Eyes, The Kooks, The Wombats, Bright Eyes, Ingrid Michaelson, The Pigeon Detectives, The White Stripes, Ida Maria, The Bravery, The Shins, Rilo Kiley, Flaming Lips, The New Pornographers, Against Me!, Violent Femmes, Ingrid Michaelson. Recently started listening to: Tom Waits and Andrew Bird

(D) I have the firm belief that bacon and butter make everything better, grasshopper pie, fettuccine alfredo, chicken parmesan, asian food in general (including sushi), I love avocados, I work at a pizzeria so I guess I like pizza, I have recently grown fond of thai and indian foods. Vegetarian burritos kick ass.

I've never been very good at expressing my thoughts in writing, so in lieu of coming up with something original I will start of by quoting xkcd:

The infinite possibilities each day holds should stagger the mind. The sheer number of experiences I could have is uncountable, breathtaking, and I'm sitting here refreshing my inbox. We live trapped in loops, reliving a few days over and over, and we envision only a handful of paths laid out ahead of us. We see the same things each day, we respond the same way, we think the same thoughts, each day a slight variation on the last, every moment smoothly following the gentle curves of societal norms. We act like if we just get through today, tomorrow our dreams will come back to us.

And no, I don't have all the answers. I don't know how to jolt myself into seeing what each moment could become. But I do know one thing: the solution doesn't involve watering down my every little idea and creative impulse for the sade of someday easing my fit into a mold. It doesn't involve tempering my life to better fit someone's expectations. It doesn't involve constantly holding back for fear of shaking things up.

This is very important so I want to say it as clearly as I can:

FUCK. THAT. SHIT.

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I think this is important to assert: My interest in someone else as a person is based solely on the thoughts that flow from them. Qualities such as having similar interests, ability to freely communicate, etc. are all nice, but not sufficient.

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