Well, not really. But I'm pretty good anyway. Here is an easily digestible list of facts:
I have been to 45 of 50 states; lived in Virginia, California and Maine; visited the U.S., Germany, Switzerland, Italy, France, Ukraine, Romania and Ecuador. I swam with sea turtles in the Galápagos.
I am so glad I got over my adolescent moodiness. I am having so much more fun now.
When I was 19, it took me four weeks to grow a halfway decent beard. Now it takes two.
I am learning how to take more risks.
In 8th grade, my two best friends and I started a "band," as 13-year-olds are wont to do. By 12th grade, the three of us had a real band. By college, we didn't suck anymore. I still play solo every now and then, and I'm always writing songs.
I am fiercely defensive about the places I call home. Mentally, I cannot arrive at the place where you become fashionable or interesting by hating the choices you made, or the places you came from.
A few roles have I played in my sporadic acting career: Prof. Bhaer from Little Women, a Russian doctor, a sketchy justice of the peace, Mitch Albom, a drill sergeant, God, a diabolical fetus, Link and Mercutio. I also played an owl who was shot in the head and thrown from a roof.
I love time travel stories.
I am not sure patience is a virtue. Ditto for forgiveness.
I love to play basketball but I'm bad at it. I'm the least competitive runner you will ever meet.
I don't ever want to be so elitist that I can't enjoy a beer and a hot dog, or ever so lowbrow that I feel uncomfortable at a fancy cocktail party.
There is no better feeling than looking out into the crowd and seeing someone sing a song you wrote one night all alone in your bedroom.
...perhaps you enjoyed that easily digestible list of facts. Perhaps it inclined you toward sending me a message. Perhaps you didn't get this far. As a writer, I respect that. That's on me.