With my blog more or less officially all about steampunk and similar things, I figured I would dedicate a page to just describe myself, list some of the things I’m interested in, and explain why I find them so interesting.

I am a seventeen-year-old senior in high school, with an extreme fascination of the odd, creepy, unusual, weird, and highly unlikely. Not that unusual itself for a “outcast teenager.”

Though I’m not really all that outcast. I don’t belong right in the center of a “click” or “group,” but I’m in touch with them all.

I’m an athlete and I make the local newspaper, but I’m far from the Olympics.

I hang out with the band (and used to play the flute), but I’m only classified as a “wanna-be” band geek.

I’m in the student council, though not by popular student vote—by teacher nomination.

I consider myself a “mixer” and I know I’m not the only one.

    

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Favorite Color: Red

What’s not to like about it? I mean, think of all the awesome things that are red: apples, cherries, the inside of a watermelon, really sexy lipstick, rubies.

    

Favorite Food: Anything Italian

Come on! Italian food is amazing, and the Italian guys that serve it at restaurants are pretty delicious themselves.

                          

Favorite Singer/Band: P!nk

She sings to the soul—nothing is ever fake with her. She doesn’t care what anyone thinks of her. Her voice reaches so deep and I cry every time I hear her song “Family Portrait.”

Favorite Genre of Art:

As I pointed out in a post once, I try not to stereotype or label a piece of art into a specific category. I feel like I’m degrading the artist and the art that way, comparing it to the rest of the genre. I do enjoy steampunk (obviously), but almost any kind of metal work attracts my attention, and I can appreciate good photography as well.

I’m a photographer myself, so I might eventually dedicate a blog to my own work.

         

Favorite Animal: Panda—I freakin’ love ’em.

        

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I love reading, though not always because of the material itself. Sure, having a good book to read helps, but I enjoy being able to go somewhere else (other than where I physically am) and be someone else for a while. It helps ease some of life’s problems and anxieties, to block the rest of the world out.

Another way I “escape” reality is by writing. As mentioned previously in a post, I enjoy writing short stories. Something to catch a reader’s attention that I can spend a few hours writing—no long term commitment or dedication spent on it. It helps let out my nerves, express my emotions in a safe outlet, and sometimes life out my fantasies.