"'No comment,'  is a comment."  -George Carlin

i'm not much for capital letters, [psuedo-bio]:

hello there.           i am Stephen, and i think all day every day about any and all things brought to my attention, rather weighty in that sense, and yet as much as i would like to call myself an enigma i'm mostly a paradox of predictable proportions.  i analyze because i like to organize, and because i'm a seeker of truth, if you will and i do, i seek  because after everything's organized i get restless.            before i bore everyone with adjectives and assessments that might tidy up the me for you to imagine i'll bare the absolute basics.  i am a twenty-two year old male, brown of hair, hazel eyes, white of skin, frail in size, some might even say fragile, somewhat effeminate of demeanor, mumbling voice, indie in style, pierced of lip.  born in muncie, indiana, grew up in portland, indiana, ended up back in muncie where i'm currently but temporarily trapped, that is to saymore accuratelyresiding.  i came for the college and what i mistook for culture in my naivety way back when four years ago.  i plan to leave in a years time, degree or no, for the lack of just that, culture.  but i'm getting ahead of myself here. . .           if coerced into believing my social and psychological well-being depended on it i'd pigeonhole myself as an occultist, a lover, a poet, a cryptic mystic, hopelessly romantic idealist with little sense of direction and/or motivation, a stirred soul because i hate the phrase "old soul."  i'm an awkward operator.  i'm a capricorn sun and a jr., my father's son.  i'm privately passionate, publicly easy-going, but belly up bashful.  so, socially. . .           socially my time spent can be painstaking process.  i'm shy but i enjoy human interaction; i like people but i'm somewhat bored with mundane matters of daily routine.  metaphysically charged i'll talk for days straight, but i'm at a loss for words the more tangible the topic. i'm helplessly addicted to nicotine & tar, and i mention it here because it's much definitely an endeavor in dialogue, smoking for me.  i can't fathom a better cure for social coma than a cigarette.  people seem to want to share sentiment & habit with each other, and in this sense i fall right in line with the masses.           my personality is malleable in that i can be very reflective of those immediately around me, emulating mannerisms, phrases, patterns, and even accents, all subconsciously.  there is a definite core to me, but certainly people have found my persona somewhat sporadic.  it's analogous to music preference.  i have a definite taste, though it consists of a broad spectrum in way of genre, style, instrument, etc.  despite its range it's still one entity, this inclination of mine.  sometimes i feel like some dirty south rap, others i'd rather pine away listening to oldschool emo.  here there is a double meaning to what i'm saying; i'm saying i'm somewhat like a radio, tuning into different people and reflecting that and that my personality is based on mood to some marginal extent, but who's isn't it?           i mentioned that i have little direction, and it's true.  my only goal even remotely vocational is that i become a fairly well-known, fairly widely-published poet in my lifetime.  i'm a philosophy major and it would be nice to finally finish it, get that superfluous degree (eventually end up flipping burgers behind a counter somewhat deeply contemplating why i couldn't have studied something more practical), maybe end up landing a job just for having the piece of paper.  i may end up going back for a creative writing degree, but thus far the classes i've taken have only stifled, bored, or surfeited me.  i love being a college student, i just hate the courses.            i guess my lifestyle is pertinent to biographical background.  i'm a bi-moody vegetarian (i still eat the fish) that spends way too much time online.  i'm hooked largely due to it being an outlet for writing.  and of course i'm alluding to my livejournal, my pride & joy.  it's hard for a writer having no audience, and livejournal fills that void, even when no one is commenting.  i at least know that people are reading my prattle.  i also dream and dabble with various esoteric et cetera such as divination, astral projection, ritual magick and chanting and whatnot.  i'm a serious student of reality by day, worthless internet junkie by night, a wino on the weekends.           as far as my other interests or hobbies, i like music (but who doesn't?) and singing along to all my favorite songs out of key, standing in front of the mirror playing air guitar as precisely as possible acting out fantasies of being the lead singer of taking back sunday or some band slightly similar. . .reminiscing about the times in my life when i didn't have to pretend i was completely carefree, intelligent conversations and actually having them with people, observing people, trying to be witty, and spending good quality time with my group of close friends (what's left of them) creating disorder and debauchery, figuratively or literally, have your pick.           i've never been fond of objectivism, skepticism, universals, science worship, or sauerkraut; and i'm not much for endings. . .

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