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So I don't like to but everthing to public profile about who I am, what I stand for ext. I always leave it to people to either find or ask more about me then they all ready read in a brief profile. Ask my real life friends (and yes I do have real life friends) I don't give information unless I feel like it.
So, I'm taller then most of the people in my community and as my brief decription up there says, I'm Goth. To say I intimidate people when they first see me is an understatement. Most people think I'm unapproachable, which is fine with me. Those who have approached me are great friends.
About the Goth thing. Goths are not satanists, we're not depressed and most don't write sad poetry about suicide and life sucking. Yes most wear all black but a lot don't. We wear what we want, we act how we want (withing legal limits) and the rest of the world be damned. "Goth is whatever you want it to be." For more information, go pick up Voltaire's book: 'What is Goth?' or ask me some questions, depending on my mood, I may answer.
I have issues. Quite literally. I've been diagnosed with mild schizophrina (and no I can't spell) and chronic depression. So I tend to be very moody. If you catch me in a bad mood, well walk away and try not to agrue with me. In fact, never argue with me, I'll hold onto and agrument like a bulldog and be able to prove why I'm right.
I tend to use sarcasm as a second language and speak my mind a lot. If I offend you or have offended you in anyway... too bad. I tell the truth and never sugar coat it. If you don't like it, don't read. Because I will offer proof and most people won't like that proof. Though on the opposite end of the spectrum I do try to find at least one good quaility in every person. Sometimes I fail.
I have a twin sister, she's on gaia and her name is Dairenna. She's the only family I have left, except my aunt. Why? Oh because my parents were at the wrong place at the wrong time and were both killed. No one else in our family would adopt us so yeah. Lots of other bullcrap happened, resulting in my mental disposition but I don't feel like getting into it or telling total strangers what I'm forced to tell a shrink.
I listen to everything and anything except for pure country and pure rap. Other then that my music taste can go from Sir Mix Alot's 'I like big butts' to Voltaire's 'When your evil' to Korn's 'Right Now'. Actually this morning my ipod went from Marilyn Manson, to Disturbed, to AC/DC, back to Disturbed, to Korn and finally to Rob Zombie before I had to shut it off.
Nothing pleases me more then a funny story and a quiet night playing video games and listening to music, or playing music. I would rather spend a night in doing one of the above then spend the night out getting wasted. Though I do enjoy a good party from time to time. The hangovers I could do without.
I do have a lot of funny stories to tell, because I walk to the strum of my own guitar so I tend to make people think I should be in an institution... which I really should be. Just ask if you want to hear something funny. If not then meh. Either way I don't care. I can go from being a total social butterfly to being completely social inept.
I can be a real jerk if the mood suits me, yet I can be a really nice guy when the mood suits me. It depends on what pill I'm taking or how many I took that day. You think I'm kidding? Try me. My friends normally see the friendly side of me, once I'm friends with someone I try not to hurt them so much.
I believe in a higher power, not God per se, but something did create the universe. Whether or not they are paying attention to how we screwed it up with all our free will, well that's up for debate. Don't try to convert me to your religion, I'll debate you to death. I believe the higher power is something like a puppet master and we're in one of those depressing comedys.
If I spell something wrong or use the wrong grammar, don't bother correcting me. The chance of me careing are slim to nill. Quite frankly, you should be proud of me right now, I haven't gone this long trying to be correct since I wrote that English essay.
Oh, I'm not as smart as I sound. I barely passed my classes in high school, not because I slacked off, but because my brain isn't wired for logic. It's more wired for art and music. I worked my a** of in high school.
If you made it this far, pat yourself on the back. Really, do it. I'll wait. Done? good. And now, good night, good day, good whatever it is where you are. I'm stopping here. These ramblings will appear when I feel like in no particular order or what not. When I feel like ranting and raving I will. Until then, suck it up. I can't be THAT interesting.