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2001-08-31

We’re supposed to write a presentation to next week’s oral presentation in my English class. So, without much ado, I sat up really late last night and wrote the following little piece. Somehow, I think it says more about who I am than the usual “I was born in a large log cabin, two blocks down from the local Coffee Hut where the employees used to have red hats that reassembled a cup upside-down. That was years ago and the workforce have changed more times than Ned Flanders in The Simpsons have said ‘okay-didely-do’, they still have the same hats though.”(And for the record: none of this is true. The true parts or below.)

My name is Nicklas and I’m a biblioholic. I feel the most alive when I’m surrounded by dusty tomes, thick dictionaries, novels about imaginary 19th century poets and stencilled fanzines from the fifties. Among comic books, pseudo-religious fiction and short story collections by Dorothy Parker.

I have other interests though. Such as watching bad science fiction movies in the middle of the night, collect vintage radio shows from Canada and writing short stories that never seem to get finished. I like to listen to music, be it the harmonic noise contrasted by the angelic prozacian voice of Toni Halliday or the violin driven contemporary folk rock from Minneapolis. Jazz, industrial pop, punk rock or singer/songwriter, is fine as long as it’s not quiet.
Once, right now it seems like a long time ago, I watched a lot of tv. Sometimes I would stay home from school just because I wanted to see what I was missing while I was forced to sit in a room with petty classmates and write stupid numbers in an equally stupid notebook. Somewhere I got disillusioned, all I really watches today is The West Wing and Futurama — everything else is pretty much rubbish. So until some channel decides to show Brass Eye, I’d rather sit in a chair on the porch reading a book while raindrops commit kamikaze against the roof.

I hate cell phones, elevators, that I’m constantly nervous and the fear that I might die any minute.

I drink Guinness and I think I’m addicted to cola-based beverages.