The Darr

About me:

Let's get this straight right off-the-bat: I ain't your typical douche-baggy guy. I favor modesty and open-mindedness over being pretentious anyday, yet almost everyone I meet feels quite the opposite (whether they realize it or not...). I also quite dislike labels of almost any kind--I feel they strip me (and anyone) of whatever individuality I (or they) may or may not possess. I am usually easy-going, but on occasion I can get fairly hyper or, dare I say, passionate. I am somewhat "unfocused" at times, but I try to use my life in as many ways as possible, much like a "jack-of-all-trades". I try to make the most fun out of any situation--but there ARE limits. I attempt to stay in shape, and for the most part I do--causing me to lose respect for those who don't (I eat no veggies and nothing but junk food and am lazy as hell--you can do it!). I am a self-proclaimed critic of most things media related (movies especially) as well as a few other things. I LOVE cats, le parkour (free-running), orange koolaid, hackey-sack, hanging out with friends, people watching, being outside as well as in--depending on the circumstances, GOOD music, GOOD movies (and some bad ones, I admit), various PC-related activities (art, gaming, work, etc--gimme a computer and the internet and I can survive forever!), LEARNING, science, skepticism, anti-theistic philosophies, good conversations, having fun/being amused, PERSONAL ESCAPISM, and specific forms of "art" (my imagination can get quite creepy when it comes down to my artistic side). I attended the Art Institute of Minneapolis for 3+ years before realizing what a waste of time, energy, and money it was. I am fairly opinionated, but will never be anything close to an activist for anything--forcing your beliefs on others is wrong! If you want to know what I dislike we can sit down and have a multi-year long talk. All in all it's fairly difficult to hate me--unless I want you to. *WARNING* I sometimes have trouble comprehending my own existance, relying far too much on my irrational co-dependance towards the presence and behaviours of others. I sometimes scare myself without trying. I am a neverending outcast from nearly everything. I tend to get a bit neurotic. I generally stray from thinking about reality for the most part, its just too fucking depressing. Unless it pertains to kitties. Oh yeah, did I mention that I was batshit insane?