I'm gregarious and silly in public, but understated and relaxed when left to my own devices. If I'm not speaking, I'm taking in my surroundings, people-watching, eavesdropping, and/or silently judging everyone because that's what you do.
A teacher once said about me, "He lives in a fantastic and interesting world, but it would be nice if sometimes he'd let us come visit." And that's probably still apt, but, I think, in a different way than originally meant.
I'm an aspiring writer and have to be more diligent about putting pen to paper. Create rather than consume, right? The dream is to publish a novel, which I'm diligently working toward. I'm putting a few thousand words down per day, but I've also been working on a few short stories and regularly writing bad poetry.
I've also been told I'm a great dancer, but I think that's more a result of the fact that dancing is the most fun. Period. It's probably less that I'm a great dancer and more that I like dancing. As a wise man once said, if you're having fun on the dance floor, you're looking good. That man had never seen "The Elaine."
I can also sing. And write. And draw. I don't do these things as much as I ought to, but I'm actively changing this.
Movies: Monty Python and the Quest for the Holy Grail, Waking Life, Frank
Shows: Adventure Time, Crazyhead, Chef's Table
Music: Animal Collective, Grizzly Bear, James Blake, and their ilk.
Food: Thai, Japanese, Dim-Sum (I enjoy all cuisine, but if I had to put together a last meal, it would be culled from these. Also, there would be tiramisu for dessert.)
Dogs, in general. And, now, my cat, Letho.
General weirdness to bask in.
Would cute animal-based healthcare extend the average human lifespan?
How do I say what I'm thinking while being context-appropriate and without offending again?
Or if you're as unbelievable as this young lady: http://youtu.be/N6jG4A_mQGg