I'm the proverbial walking contradiction.
I love to read and I love to party.
I'm told that I'm an acquired taste, and I'd have to agree with them.
I like to cause trouble, especially the kind that people don't even know I'm causing.
I have no problem expressing my opinions when I have one; the problem is that I simply don't care about the things most people waste their time worrying about.
I actually had a girl threaten to break up with me if I didn't stay there and fight with her.
I like to surround myself with a few close friends and not worry about the rest of the people out there.
I love bars and I love drinking.
I get utterly annoyed with people who spend their whole night tyring to pick people up.
I like people who can actually have an intelligent conversation one minute then go tear up the town
the next.
I get bored easily, yet somehow always find a way to amuse myself. That smile on my face is probably not for the reason you're thinking - it's probably some random amusing thought that went through my head.
I just moved from Indianapolis out here to the
Silicon Valley; where are all of the interesting people?
