I was tagged to do this by the lovely , who does such seemingly effortlessly stylish art. Go see! Anyway, ten things about me. A fair number will have Hanna Is Not a Boy's Name references, so anyone unfamiliar with the web comic may get lost, sorry! And fair warning, you may learn more about me than you're comfortable with from this. A lot of it will be sort of serious in tone because that's just the mood i'm in right now, apparently.

1. Post these rules.
2. You must post 10 things about yourself in your journal.
3. At the end, you have to choose and tag 10 people and post their icons in the same journal.
4. Go to their pages and send a message saying you tagged them.
5. No tag-backs.

1. Hanna would be taller than me by several inches. Sadness.

2. I'm sort of an odd mix of {...}, Conrad, and Worth. RL me tends to be extremely self-contained, is usually very calm, and kinda expressionless, so I've been told. My mom keeps asking me to smile more. >.>; Most people in RL who don't know me well are surprised if not somewhat disbelieving when I make a joke. I usually don't say anything unless spoken to first but there's always a lot going on in my head. With regards to Conrad, I'm kinda horribly fail at anything other than artsy stuff (i.e., life in general), and tend to find it hard to be anything but the nice guy/girl. Also like Confail, I'm blind without my glasses. However, I do have an InnerWorth that cannot stand idiots and would like to do nothing more than punch them in the face. Repeatedly. Also, my elbows are sharp. People have actually complained when I've leaned on them. Might have a bit of Lamont too.

Thinking about it further, a significant part of why I like Worth so much is that he does and says things that I would never, ever dare to, but wish I could. Not just in the sense of skewering people who annoy me on my bony limbs, but things like daring to toss aside everything in order to be himself, and damn what society thinks of him. He went from the top of the heap to the bottom, and it takes an immense amount of bravery or stupidity to willingly do that, and great strength to survive it.

3. I'm not good at the being a social human being thing at all. Even amongst friends. I like people, I love observing them and puzzling them out; I just don't know what to do with them. Social networking kind of exhausts me. If I don't talk to someone, it doesn't automatically mean that I don't like them. I usually just have no idea what to say.

4. Yet conversely, I have difficulty shutting up in type. You may have noticed this. Anyone who's RPed with me before will be well-acquainted with my tendency to build massive walls of text that may or may not be visible from space. Maybe my brain-mouth connection's broken so everything goes to my fingers instead.

5. I'm a horrible procrastinator in addition to being a hermit. Current dA message count: 1,341. Hahahahaha_ohgawd. Over 200 deviations to look through, 14 comment stacks and 32 reply stacks to reply to. _{Help meeeee.}

6. At eight-years-old, I actually wanted to be a hermit when I grew up, living on a mountain and growing my own food and all. It was because I was disillusioned with how status and materially obsessed society was, knew such things held no appeal for me, and thus wanted no part of it. ...Yeah, I was a weird kid.

7. I like puns and wordplay. A lot. Those who know me through HiNaBN may also have noticed this.

8. I work at my former school at my old university. Ironically enough, my job has pretty much nothing to do with what I studied for my Bachelor's, and the stack of doodles that I'd done throughout my years at uni for fun and to keep myself sane played a significant part in getting me the job.

9. I've always believed that it's better to be respected than to be liked, if one had to make a choice.

10. Offline, I'm considered physically handicapped. _{And like Hanna, there are metal bits in my body. More specifically, I have two metal rods hooked up to the length of my spine. (Yoga's out of the question 8D; ) They were put in when I was eleven.} Many everyday things that the average person wouldn't even think about are big deals for me. Kind of like the Dalek; a flight of stairs (well, ones without handrails anyway) can defeat me. Yet I consider myself an extremely lucky person—I have amazingly supportive family and friends, and what of me that does work isn't all bad, if I may say so myself. For a long time I tried to be normal, or as near it as possible, but I kind of gave up some years ago. It's a fact that I'll never be normal, unless brains become plug-and-play. That'd be pretty awesome. It'd be lying to say that much of me still wishes it were possible for me to be normal and do normal things. But it's not, and maybe that's alright. It's a part of me and there's no use hiding from it. And hey, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, and all that. Gotta get my InnerWorth on.

Oh crap, that got serious at the end. >>;; Sorry.

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Stopped at six because i can.