Discombobulated Insomnia

Not feeling very pretentious so I'll keep this brief. I'm pursuing a business degree purely for selfish reasons like being able to afford food. My passion is in music, whether guitar playing, songwriting, or low budget programming and engineering; also, I sporadically enjoy drawing, dancing, martial arts and exercise, philosophy, writing poetry, short stories, and novels I'll never finish. I'm never fanatical; I am central politically, and I'm a moderate idealist/agnostic who is a perpetual devil's advocate. I'm a chronic daydreamer and brooding semi-intellectual with an occasional occurring anxiety disorder. My weakness are coffee, fall, rain and thunderstorms, camp fires, aimless walks, typos and bad grammar, the obscure night hours, horror movies, vulgar humor, human eccentricities, swords, and round objects of the opposite sex. I'm often oblivious to ordinary social expectations and tact; although I'm a very compassionate person I keep to myself, and tend to be straightforward and humble. I enjoy random people and conversations indiscriminately, but loath forwardness, flattery, and internet flirting.
Drawn for my mom.
Drawn for no particular reason.
Drawn from a photo.
Drawn on Halloween.