I can't stand people that are obsessed with themselves. I'm NOT a hopeless romantic. And even though I don't have any peircings, I'm incredibly hot. I'm a neolibertarian. I like truth, and viciously pursue it 3% of the time. I observe action in the storefront. I've been known, on occasion, to eat an entire can of cranberry sauce. I like dancing in my kitchen while making a sandwitch and listening to Roadside Monument or Pink Floyd. I run when I walk, and I sing when I speak. I am the product of pure infatuation. I like trying to make water squirt out of my nose. I've never had any success at this practice, but it's just fun to try. I love to procrastinate, and I love written communication. I want to be a writer when I grow up, but for now, I'm Mathias, son of Denithor and I've come to avenge my brother Odysseus! To the bat-mobile!

Some people think I'm intelligent. I'll spare you the dissapointment right now in informing you that I am not. I can say that there have been instances where I have shown insight into a particular issue, but it is not my ability to reason, rather, it is the choce to practice it that has been responsible for said instnces of insight.

Take for example the ability of sight.

If I see something before you, does that mean that my vision supersedes that of your own? Of course not. So long as we can both see the object in question, there is no reson to believe that either of us is necessarily more abilitous is sight. It is the same with ideas.

If I come upon a knew way of thinking, and you are able to grasp it, then there is no reason to necessarilly beleive that either of us is the more intelligent. You, all along, had the ability to come up with the same conclusion.

There is no difference between my, and the average, intellect. I have not, with any f the few original insights I have had, surpassed it's resoning capabilities. I have looked, that is all. I have looked, and when you look long enough, you are bound to find somethng.

I'm going to start a biker gang. Bicycles though, not motors. We'll totally cruise around and wreak all kinds of havoc. We'll exclude all Schwin riders, because, if you have a gang, you have to exclude someone. Yeah, so we'll just basically ride around and yell to all who are within ear shot that "Schwin riders are dicks!". And if we should happen to come upon any Schwin riders, we'll all start circling them and calling the names. Then we'll throw them into a dumpster. Yes, it will rock, and I will be the ring leader. I shall take on the name Rocky and dress like an 80's cyclist.