I was thinking about something Shakespeare once said. He said, "Hey...life is pretty stupid; with lots of hubbub to keep you busy, but really not amounting to much." I hope that's not true. It's time to start working on making it a bit more than that.

I *do* want clever conversation. Sometimes I like to work that hard.

I tend to over-think things. Especially at night, I worry over situations. I know I'll be alright. Perhaps it's just imagination.

I've heard that knack lies in learning how to throw yourself at the ground and miss. I've not missed yet but one of these days...

I think trying, even a little, to change the world is important. But I'm not looking for New England. In the end, I can't help feeling that even in a perfect world where everyone was equal. I’d still own the film rights and be working on the sequel.

Je ne parle pas vraiment français très bien. J'ai principalement rendu la présente partie du profil juste ainsi je pourrais faire la plaisanterie dans la prochaine partie. Ce n'est pas une plaisanterie très bonne. Je suis désolé !

I am foolish, ardent, and still trying

I used to follow, yeah, that's true. But my following days are over; now I've just gotta follow through.

Mostly I'm doing what everyone else is doing, trying the best they can. Well, maybe not the *absolute* best. But trying to get closer to the ideal.

I've decided to declare all the embarrassing parts of my life non-canon.

Certain things that are very difficult. I make up for it by being really bad at things that should be easy.

I'm very good at living life in the moment. It's just not always the moment that happening right now...

I'm rather tall. I'm left-handed. I have unusually colored eyes.

Yet people know me for years before suddenly noticing these things.

So I don't know.

J'ai été dit que j'ai ce certain... Comment vous dites... "I don't know what."

The Good Book. And plenty of other decent books too. I don't read as often as I should, though. But I've heard from reputable sources that Print is dead.

I dressed up like one of the Ghostbusters for Halloween. And then a couple times after that, just for fun. But it's not like I built my own proton pack and then got Egon to autograph it or anything (if you must know, it was Winston).

I saw two shooting stars last night. I wished on them, but they were only satellites. It's wrong to wish on space hardware...

Hope. Faith. Family. The sky. Love. Plus the normal stuff.

Life, the Universe. Everything.

Sometimes I wish I was a hunter. Other times, I wish I was a prayer... expressing what I mean.

Mostly, One of these days I'd like to get what I want. Lord knows, it'd be the first time.

Staying at home, going out, visiting family, going out for long drives to no where in particular, who knows.

I love to travel, and I'm currently in Kentucky for work, at least through the end of the year, but something always brings me back to my home in Cleveland. Unless something makes me stay somewhere else...

But what the bard said with irony I say with conviction: Cleveland, city of lights, city of magic. Cleveland, city of lights, you're calling me...

I have what many people might consider to be rather outdated and unrealistic opinions about having sex outside of marriage.

And I live accordingly. Which isn't always the easiest thing in the world. But in the end it's always turned out to be the right decision. Though I suppose it also depends on what your definition of 'is' is....

You have a Erdős–Bacon number.

You're looking for the most amazing, insightful, witty, and truly emotionally meaningful conversation you've ever had. (Because I'm looking for that too, and we could talk about how cool it'd be to have that.)

Oh, and if you don't type 'your' when you mean "you're," wow, that would be awesome!