I talk about myself and things related to me way more than I should.
My brother doesn't know I'm his brother.
I'm obsessed with history.
I fantasize about getting in a sword fight every day.
I always feel like someone is watching my life through my eyes, be it my father when he was young or government officials during world war 2. Today it was a Briton clansmen from the stone age. ( I watched a documentary on Stonehenge this morning.)
I have a really bad habit about trying to be the best at everything and ultimately being a jack of all trades who can't do any one thing exceptionally well.
My mother and aunt probably smoke more marijuana a week than I have in my entire life.
I sleep with a stuffed moose that my girlfriend got me for christmas, and she calls me Moosey because of a face I make.
My middle name is Ray(e).
Every time I spell it like that my father groans, even though that's his father's name and it's spelled that way on my birth certificate.
My favorite author is Jonathan Safran Foer.
I ran cross country and played basketball in high school and quit because I moved and I was too overwhelmed by the new school/city.
I sleep with a Texas Tech blanket even though neither of my parents went to college, and I have never had any opinion on the school.
My best instrument is ukulele, which embarrasses me to admit.
I'm listening to King Crimson fuck around on their instruments right now.
I think this list has gone on long enough.
Edit: And no the Texas Tech blanket isn't my baby blanket