NARWHALS amid DUGONGS

perpetually rolling through the astronomical nothingness.

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  Cameron L. Grant, Esq.

  eighteen. INTJ. (pharmacy) student. bespectacled. cynic. geek. misanthrope. narcissist. nerd. pedant. retail slave.

  Hello. I am Cameron. What do you want to know about me? People tell me I work too much, but I disagree. I say brutally honest things all the time in a serious manner—and no one, not even myself, knows if I’m joking (apparently this is funny).

  My interests are too numerous and too vague to specify: I like books, I like films, I like music. I don’t really like art. I do like architecture (or at least appreciating nice buildings). I seem to have taken a penchant to (licit) drugs, thus my course of study and work, but I think I shall drift from study to study; career to career.

  Ultimately, I have take my life’s motto from a quote said by Thomas H. Huxley, an English biologist: “Try to learn something about everything and everything about something.”

  I hate society, but I like people. It is not a difficult philosophy to get your head around, but philosophy is not something I think you can tell someone.

  I dislike being dependent on people—financially, emotionally, physically, or howeverally—but, alas, this is how the world is. I drive a VW, I own an iPhone, and I like both tea and coffee. Materialism is not bad: material without substance, or substance without material, is bad.

  Ask me something; I won’t bite.

  I have curly hair that I am forever too lazy to get cut, despite the fact that I do not particularly like it.

  I love you, but the feeling is fleeting, unreciprocated, and predominantly obfuscated by distance—and far too common.

  “What horrifies me most is the idea of being useless: well-educated, brilliantly promising, and fading out into an indifferent middle age.”—Sylvia Plath

  I am from Perth, Western Australia. The sky is often blue, and the clouds fluffy. It is not as bad as most people make it out to be.