Within me is a vexing juxtaposition of peace and chaos.
This chaos, you should be advised, is always of the happy, capricious variety. While I long for the dramatic glamour of a stormcloud, I find I much more closely approximate a rainbow. I may take your hand and drag you out the door when it's raining because we need to strip insouciantly and dance - but it's okay; you'll want to go with me.
I've been told I'm unabashedly alive, vivacious, "fucking brilliant" (this last one by my favorite professor), and my friends routinely say I'm the sweetest person they know. I wouldn't know how to be any other way.

I'm currently attending Reed College, studying Linguistics and Sociology, and drinking in all of the raw experience I can. Even more exquisite than my classes (and when a Reedie sanctifies something above academia, the rest of the world listens carefully) are the people in my life, friends, lovers, and acquaintances all. Any memories I can make with them, from a cozy heart-to-heart talk by the fireplace to a wild, naked jaunt through the library some midnight, have possibly the highest place among my priorities. I'm working on balancing these momentary, priceless pleasures and more long-term logistical concerns (read: job, house) that will facilitate the continuance of my life as a series of rich, blissful experiences. The house should be replacing dorm life within the year; the job (in any meaningful sense of the word) can wait until after I graduate. My time at Reed, if it's done anything, has rendered me totally unelectable (ask me about the picture in which I am - literally - naked in a pile of Communists), but I'd be happy enough working behind the scenes, writing speeches for someone who had a less colorful youth and took fewer classes teaching one exactly how to manipulate people with language.

Writing,
Laughing,
Listening,
Loving,
Marveling (at the sheer beauty of the world - the other blustery day I was walking under these trees, and the wind shook a cyclone of orange and yellow leaves free all around me. Yeah, I know, it's November, not a rare occurrence...but revering mundane things as spectacular, I suppose, is another thing at which I'm good).
I can think myself into a corner and then blow a hole through the proverbial wall, exposing miles more of possible lines of reasoning.
I will make you feel better, whether you're stressed from working on that paper, someone just broke your heart, or you're having a bad trip.
I also give excellent hugs and kisses. This may not be irrelevant to the previous item.

are my enormous tits. It's inevitable, so I've embraced it. (Yeah, they're real. Yeah, you can touch 'em. If I were offended that you asked, I would not have made it this far in life without copious ensuing frustration.) After these, people probably notice the incongruousness of my beaming smile with my ensemble of usually unrelieved black. You might also notice that I'm hugging you. (I'm not really into "personal space.")

Robert Jordan, Marion Zimmer Bradley, Augusten Burroughs, Orson Scott Card, J. R. R. Tolkein, Stephen King, T. S. Eliot, e. e. cummings, Robert Frost, George Orwell, Dave Barry.

Moulin Rouge, Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind, The Count of Monte Cristo, Labyrinth, This is Spinal Tap, The Rocky Horror Picture Show, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Repo: The Genetic Opera, The Princess Bride, Requiem for a Dream, The Fountain, Bill and Ted's Excellent Adventure.

Amon Amarth, As I Lay Dying, Between the Buried and Me, Billy Idol, Bleeding Through, Bright Eyes, Burn the Priest, Bury Your Dead, Cat Stevens, The Clash, Converge, Cradle of Filth, Cursed, Custom, Damien Rice, David Bowie, Dead to Fall, The Dillinger Escape Plan, The Distillers, The Doors, Duran Duran, Eighteen Visions, Eric Clapton, Every Time I Die, Fleetwood Mac, Flogging Molly, Foo Fighters, Franz Ferdinand, God Forbid, Gogol Bordello, Heart, Infected Mushroom, Jefferson Airplane, Jethro Tull, Jimi Hendrix, John Lennon, Kidneythieves, Kittie, Lamb of God, Led Zeppelin, Madonna, Massive Attack, Moonspell, Mudvayne, Muse, Nine Inch Nails, Nirvana, Orphaned Land, Otep, Pendulum, Pink Floyd, Pure Reason Revolution, Rob Zombie, Schoolyard Heroes, She Wants Revenge, Shpongle, Soundgarden, Sublime, System of a Down, Talking Heads, Third Eye Blind, Throwdown, Tom Waits, Tool, Violent Femmes.

Thai, Mexican, Italian...I'm not picky as long as it's vegetarian. :)

Love (platonic, romantic, or otherwise) and the people with whom I share it
Language (communication, expression, words themselves. I like them.)
Music
Stimuli for and the ability to engage in contemplation
Some extant principle of goodness in the world
...Sex.

whether reality is anything at all like what we perceive it to be: paradoxes in modal logic, psychedelics, and too much free time make me lean toward "No."

blissfully not in the library.

I once got drunk and sang a medley of Shakira, Linkin Park, and the Eurythmics at the top of my lungs. I knew all the words to all constituents, and the transitions were fantastic.

you want to get into a little trouble.