Here's some generalities:
I'm a four time college dropout.
I'm socially awkward, but functional for the most part.
I'm socially disinterested and uninteresting, though I'm able to hold any level conversation.
I'm a writer, working on finishing my first novel, helpfully due out in April 2014.
I enjoy the quiet.
I'm uninterested in partying or normal social activities.
I've a small number of close friends, but fierce loyalty to them.
I'm an opinionated asshole, but I'm working on that.
I'm quiet, not shy.
As for other potential things:
I am apathetic towards sex.
I have an aversion to people touching me.
I do not respect religion, but the people are usually nice enough.
I think that it would be nice to eventually have progeny, but I doubt that I would ever consider myself capable of that responsibility.
I've been a smoker since I was seventeen, though I'm in the process of quitting.
I do not drink, and I have never been drunk.
I have a crippling fear of death.
I don't sleep much.
Wow. Rereading everything somewhat makes me seem like a loser. So here's some more positive things:
I love to write.
I think that strawberries are awesome.
I openly mock internet atheism as well as religion because I believe the premise is irrelevant.
I have never gone out on a date. Ever.
I have never kissed anyone, and, honestly, think kissing is sort of weird.
I'm on good terms with my sister, two years older, and my brother, one year older.
I'm on good terms with my mother.
I wish a painful and anonymous death on my father.
I'm terrified that I'm exactly like my father, which is part of the reason that I don't really seek out relationships.
I don't like sweets as much as people assume.
My dentist screwed up and dulled my left canine, leaving my mouth lopsided.
I'm not very adventurous, though I try to try anything once.
I like the mountains.
I love the smell of rain.
But enough of lists of traits. You could look through my question answers for those. Let me instead give you a brief story. I was born in North Carolina on the day Chernobyl melted down. My parents ran a pizza place there for a little while and everything was great. Then, we moved to Iowa for about a year. And it was terrible. So we moved to Colorado. That was probably the last time in my life I was somewhat normal. We lived a couple of places there, and we went camping all the time. Then my father moved to Utah and abandoned us. And that was super. So we moved back to Iowa to live with my maternal grandmother. Eventually, my mother married again, and my brother and I were moved to Arkansas while my sister stayed to finish high school with her friends. Arkansas was worse than Iowa, much to my surprise, and my disposition soured severely. After nearly swinging at the vice principal of the high school during my graduation ceremony, I decided to stick things out on my own for a while. So my friend and I headed to California, where we had many adventures in being flat broke. Afterward, I tried my hand at college for the first time, moving to Utah. It didn't take. So I moved back to California, then to Iowa for round two with college. It didn't take the second time, either. After working a dead end job for a year, I moved with my friend to Arizona for round three. I barely got past admissions that time, and left shortly after. So back to Iowa I went, taking another dead end job at minimum wage to get by and letting my writing fall by the wayside. A year later, I went back to Colorado and had more adventures in poverty there with my longtime roommate. When nothing panned out there, it was back to California. Then back to Iowa and back to a dead end job. A year later, my brother moved out to Baltimore, and I tagged along, thinking that I had matured enough to handle college by then. I had not, as it turned out, and we were flat broke and moving back to Iowa six months later. Since then, I've gone back to a dead end job, but I'd started writing at a much more serious pace. Eventually, I worked my way up to a promotion, and I think I've started to turn my life around. I'm not sure though. Old habits and all.