I'm proof that awkward, anti-social children can grow up to be... uh, awkward, anti-social adults. ****, that came out all wrong.
I'm a nerd. I like heavy metal, vikings, and movies with Burt Reynolds. I have a bachelor's degree in computer science, but that doesn't mean that all I can talk about is computers and D&D.
I have a hard time taking anything seriously. I have super powers. I speak without thinking and tend to offend people. I like to go to public places and play amateur anthropologist. I hate cell phones, but own one anyway. I'm impulsive and reckless in a very controlled, careful manner. I've been loved and been in love, but now the entire concept seems sort of scary. I'm red/green colorblind, but that doesn't mean I can't tell what color your shirt is. Don't ask me what color the grass is, for the love of God.
My best friends in college were art majors. I identify with them and enjoy their free spirits. Computer science majors were too stiff and stodgey and didn't like going outside for frequent smoke-breaks.
I like writing, but have nothing interesting to say. I use the word "mother****er" more than anyone else on Earth. I start on big projects and abandon them halfway through because a cooler idea pops into my head. I like to play video games, but not a whole lot. I sort of want a Playstation 2 and Katamari Damacy.
I've never been farther west than Ohio, and I want to remedy that.
I think monkeys are really neat and would love to have a small one ride a dog around while wearing a top hat. If I could have a pet monkey, I totally would. I'd call him Chimpo McAwesome IV and dress him up like a clown.
I can hold a pretty interesting conversation, and I don't split infinitives. Or maybe I do. I forget what an infinitive is right now.