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My self-summary
None of this is fully accurate anymore. And I don't really care.

Why is this my job? You should be trying harder.

I don't actually know how tall I am or how much I weigh but based on last known measurements,
that's what I've listed.

I've also decided that Choose Your Own Adventure books were probably the singularly
most formative pinnacle of my life. Every day of my life is basically those books. If you can't remember those books, I don't need to be fulfilling your daddy issues anymore.
What I’m doing with my life
I do what I can with what I've got, which is considerably more than most. I hate the fact that money fuels this world and that so many things enjoyable are reliant on it. I find my values in line with other very salt-of-the-earth people and enjoy working for my means but I'm more interested in exploring the possibility of new kinds of fun I can have sans monetary expulsion. Also, in keeping vices alive.
I’m really good at
I'm really good at whatever I set my mind to. I have yet to really find anything I'm bad at, per se... I'm really good at forgetting to look both ways before crossing the tasteless joke street. I'm really good at messing things up the harder I try not to; so why try? I'm really good at talking about myself in the third person, also. And pretending certain people just don't exist.
The first things people usually notice about me
I've been told I have a very expressive face (when in motion because while resting, well, make it to the bottom of this paragraph). And can dress myself well (I've come to the realization that my closet is mostly made up of AllSaints and John Varvatos at this point). But beyond appearance, people have observed in me a very dry sense of humor and a sensitivity to nuances that can only be learned from having once been a counselor. Then people think I'm a raging snob. But usually they like me again once they've come to terms with my minor flaws because I bring them to and around nice things. I've also been caught glaring for no apparent reason other than my face seems to naturally set that way. Like a cat, I guess.

I'm really tired of hearing about my ears, actually.
Favorite books, movies, shows, music, and food
There's really no rhyme or reason to my book shelf and Goodwill has also helped enable that. I lean towards sci-fi because I feel like if I'm going to immerse myself in something, it should be fanciful and an escape; I get enough reality from reality. Dick, Huxley, Orwell, Kafka, Saramago, Card, Gaiman. And sometimes I'll pick up diagnostic manuals because they're a hoot. With my movies, if you can walk away from it going, "What... just happened?" I probably enjoyed it immensely. And as far as my music trends have been lately... a stark contrast between my soft, understated folk artists and my Norwegian black metal thunder gods. But working in a record store for 6 years gave me multi-genre appreciation and I know a little of the best of every scene. Or am at least open to new ones. Give me some space-rock or lyrically meaningful hip-hop and I'm still just as content.

I'm stuck in this phase of kind of sort of loving everything coming out of Toronto, or that general area, like Crystal Castles, Trust, Austra, Kontravoid, Egyptrixx, and Grimes. Let me know if there's more in that same vein you can add to my list.

Or more like this: (This link is working again.)

Being nostalgic as fuck with this shit:
Six things I could never do without
Audio/visual stimulus (but really just my iPod. I would seriously lose my shit if something happened to it [eta: lost my ipod, did not lose my shit]), my bike, positive interaction, smiles, sushi, and coffee. Six things is such an odd standardized number for this question to be set to... I wonder how much research went into settling on that number. Or if there's some vaguely satanic reference in here I'd be the first to point out...

You know, at one point I had answered 666 questions. But I swear some of them get deleted.
I spend a lot of time thinking about
I spend a lot of time thinking about thinking. I'm curious about the machinations of everything we are, were, and will be. I take everything I learn and apply it to that. Understanding creates a stability in person and globally. There's something to be said for a life rooted in stability, even if the occasional wobble provides perspective. I also often wonder for long hours how I've made it this far on the slew of awful decisions I've comprised my life of.
On a typical Friday night I am
Probably watching movies and/or people. Worrying that my Last.FM is going to start reflecting how much I've been listening to Ellie Goulding instead of the gothy electronic I'm supposed to be listening to. I need to start getting more into my projects I keep starting and setting aside, though. Sometimes I can be found biking aimlessly through the city as well.

/bad habits

UPDATE: I never know what day it is but usually hate Fridays. There are 24 usable hours in every day and my output has been reflecting thusly
The most private thing I’m willing to admit
I can't sleep without a constant barrier of white noise. It's the only thing that blots out the surrounding world and deadens the constant drone of ongoing trains of thought in my overwrought little cranium. I'm just kidding; I have a really big cranium. I also really wish that in addition to OKC showing you your visitors, it showed you the amount of time they spent on your page.

I probably care more about your tumblr url than actually talking to you. In fact, if you're going to message me, you should probably just make it your url.

Is anyone else really sick of the sad sacks who are so boring that all they can think to put is "that I joined a dating site"?

Or the equally evasive "I'm not putting that on a dating website," which probably still means nothing.
You should message me if
You have a blog that doesn't suck.

Or something I said has made you really angry. I'm dying to hear your complaints about how I live my life and how you think I should change it to better suit your needs. Nothing would brighten my day more.

If you list Catcher In The Rye as one of your all time favorite books, you should absolutely NOT fucking message me. Just... seriously. Burners need not apply, maybe you should think about staying in the desert this year.

You have a fun pyramid scheme I can get in on that ground floor at. Oh, and Instagram. I think instagram is really fun now and you should give me yours unless it sucks. Or is just cats.

I keep waiting for that one person to bother me about smiling in my photos, at which point I'll just have them recite my profile to me out loud.
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