"Life... is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates. You're stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while, there's a peanut butter cup, or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast, the taste is fleeting. So you end up with nothing but broken bits, filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts, and if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you've got left... is an empty box... filled with useless, brown paper wrappers."
-C.G.B. Spender, The X-Files (Episode 4.17, "Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man")
Current Residence: My bedroom
Favourite genre of music: Alternative and Punk
Favourite style of art: Realism and Surrealism
Operating System: Mac
I'm in my mid-twenties, and I'm too complacent in my rut. I'm a bit introverted, but certain people can break me out of my shell.
I'm more than a little nerdy, but I say that with pride.
When I'm not busy working, I enjoy being creative. I write, and I am about a third of the way through writing a novel. I draw (although mostly grayscale pencil work), and I create digital pieces of artwork.
I majored in political science (I'm as left wing as they come) and minored in religion (from an academic perspective) – and I can talk on either subject for hours.