I'm a 6'4, lanky blonde guy.

I go to Sarah Lawrence College, where I am surrounded by a lot ridiculous hyper-liberal hipsters, which is fine, and I live in Bronxville, where I'm surrounded by a lot of rich WASPS who shout fag at me while they pass me in their SUVs, which is less fine.

About my life:

I quit school for a while and traveled to the Grand Canyon to take a job as a line server. There, I got a huge scar from falling in a bonfire. When the paramedics saw my burn, they asked for a picture, and I said it was fine if they'd e-mail me a copy. They did not e-mail me a copy.

I constantly examine what I believe and why I believe it. If a book or a movie infuriates or upsets me, chances are that I'll wind up respecting it a few days later. If I had to describe my temperament I'd say I'm probably an unsuccessful hippie; I try to be non-judgmental, believe the best in people, and just chill out, but I fail with pretty alarming regularity.

I'm a pretty ridiculously open person. If you ask me a question I'll probably give you the whole answer, including the weird parts. This can come off as disarming or offputting--the choice is yours!

I dress like a hipster, but I'm not very happy about it. And I smoke weed sometimes, but you don't have to. I'm a caffeine addict with a strong personality who likes girls with stronger personalities. I like girls who say things that are funny. Boldness is a plus. Oh, and I'm an English major, so every time I look at this profile I get a little sick.

I go to school and go to open mics in the city; also working on learning japanese. I'm also finally reading Harry Potter. Pretty good!

looking uncomfortable under all circumstances

excessive height.

War & Peace, The Tale of Genji, Rules of the Game, Buddenbrooks, The Velvet Underground, Pet Sounds King Lear, Hamlet, the Tao Te Ching, coffee, The Wire, Tina Fey, Flight of the Conchords, The Little Prince, Howard Stern, Bob Dylan, Brian Eno, Parliament-Funkadelic, Stouffer's lasagna, Evangelion

sunlight, running, learning, ipod, laptop, books.

what can be done with an English degree (hint: not much)

Lately, why the promise of getting impossibly ripped has replaced the promise of impossible penis enhancement as the internet's go-to for ad space

performing at an open mic, trying to cobble together a social situation, other

is that I'm bi, I guess.

jeez, I don't know, you feel like it?