My thoughts, both in text form and in my head, are disjunct at best. My mind jumps topics so randomly that even when I re-read my thoughts, I can't figure out how I got from A to B. I wrote a few paragraphs just moments ago and then deleted it because I got derailed from summarizing myself and somehow ended up writing about The History Channel's overuse of common photoshop effects in specials.

Staying on topic.

Born and raised in Detroit, Michigan. Don't ever go there.

I live in Savannah, Georgia now. Better, but still meh overall.

I go to school to study Sound Design. I won't bore you with the details.

I'm not much of a sports fanatic, but I do love hockey.

I wake up way too early.

This guy they have playing Zeus in this History Channel documentary does not look like a Greek god.

I've heard on at least four different occasions that someone has finally figured out who Jack the Ripper was. They're doing another documentary on him. Can anyone confirm or deny?

These Progressive commercials were alright the first few times, but now I feel like they...GOD DAMMIT

Fuck it, you get the point.

Working. In some form or another, I'm always working. Working on school, working at work, working on some side project, working for the weekend, men at wor...wait. I seem to have gotten off topic again. My apologies.

Analyzing the human condition. I like paying attention to people, and using the less obvious elements to help learn about them. I have a passion for truly knowing people.

The first thing they mention is that I'm usually being too loud. I quickly correct myself, but alas. Mere moments later my voice is right back at it's normal level. I speak very loudly, be warned.

I love good sushi, though I can't find it in Savannah.

I love all kinds of movies, but especially Kurosawa flicks.

I love swedish garage rock bands (among other types of music)

And I read comics.

There are, to my understanding, many types of molecules and chemicals without which it be very difficult to exist...at least in a corporeal sense. So I'd like to take this time to thank all those objects, both identified and undiscovered, for putting forth all that effort so I may sit here in this reality and not make use of myself.

The weirdest shit, seriously.

Perfect example. I zoned out a minute ago while typing this and spent five minutes considering the legal and ethical implications of spray painting a giant picture of two dice on the side of the UN building with the message [THINK] under it. There's no meaning to the dice. I don't even know what they'd think of. What's weirder? I never even questioned the dice, I was worried about getting caught by the cops.

And for some reason, the cops in my fantasies are always wearing constable helmets from Scotland Yard. Yeah...weird, I know.

Could be out, could be in. Could be drinking...could just be cracking jokes and generally having a good time. Could be homework.

I'm a little nerdy.

I love making people laugh. I love getting to know people, really know them. I love listening to people, but I can do my fair share of talking. I love having stupid conversations about things like why they invented fuzzy dice. I love having dumb arguments about the aforementioned dice, an argument where we're both laughing between making valid points. And after that, let's sit down and have a serious discussion about faith in humanity.

Sound good? Say hi.