A more exhaustive “About Me”

On the first day of June in the year of 1994, I was thrust into this world. I’m seventeen as of right now.

My life consists mostly of music. My record collection is now in the thousands. My instrument count is currently six. 

I’m almost always high on caffeine.

I fucking love cats.

I’m a paranoiac, an insomniac and a host of other things ending in -ac.

There’s this girl and she makes me very happy.

I’ve got an IQ of about 168 but I hardly show it.

If you can provide me with Jagermeister, Jack Daniels, or good quality cider, I will love you for the rest of your life.

I play in a couple of very inactive bands. I’m moving to Suffolk New College in September and hoping to find a more active band to play for then. I’m currently bassist for Week Long Romance, a popcore band (pop punk fused with metalcore), and Bermuda Road, a technical death metal/deathcore project. In my spare time I write a lot of post-metal and post-rock, acoustic shit, prog and anything else I really fancy. I’m primarily a guitarist, despite always getting delegated to bass duties.

I am a musical elitist. I’m usually fairly tolerant but if you listen to something I deem shit, I’m at a high risk of striking down upon you.

Fundamentally I want to go into music as a full-time career.

I’m underweight. This used to be because I had a massively fast metabolism which ensured that no matter how much food I crammed down, I’d never gain any weight. Now though, it’s more just because I forget to eat.

I’m an insomniac. Specifically, terminal insomnia: the type which wakes you up nearer the end of the sleep cycle but before you’ve had a full night’s sleep, and stops you getting back to sleep. I am also basically nocturnal. During the winter, there are times when I’m only asleep during daylight hours.

Did I mention I fucking love cats?

My favourite author of all time is Douglas Adams. Having read through his books several times since an early age, a lot of my entire manner of speaking is very similar to his writing style. I’m okay with that.

I have a bad habit of “falling in love” too easily. Although given past experience I’m not entirely sure what “falling in love” really means. But then I’m a teenager, I don’t expect to.

I’m an atheist but I have no problem with religion so long as you don’t impose it on anyone else.

I’m bipolar. To quite an appalling extent. I won’t go into detail though.

I’m also “autistic”, allegedly. According to the medical profession, at least. Asperger’s Syndrome, being more specific. I’ve learned to mask it fairly well but I do sometimes forget social courtesies or whatever. Fortunately, it mostly just comes across as being a bit awkward or eccentric. Again, I’m okay with that.

I’m a fairly loving person. There are very few people in this world I purely hate, and most of them are war criminals or whatever. I can find something to love about nearly everyone.

However, I can often find something to dislike intensely about most people as well, and for this reason I sometimes have days of just being bitter and angry and introverted, when I can only see the bad in people.

I don’t make much sense and I quote obscure references too often.