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My name is Christopher

I am eighteen

I go to University of Toronto in Canada





Favourite..........

Music-
Between the Buried and Me, Whitechapel, Elysia, Parkway Drive, Genghis Tron, Killwhitneydead, Judas Priest, Johnny Cash, Metallica, Kanye West, Nicolo Pagannini, Emmure, Sikth, Queen, Dead and Divine, The Holly Springs Disaster, City and Colour, Protest the Hero, The Dillinger Escape Plan


Fiction
Description of a Struggle - Franz Kafka
The Black Cat - Edgar Allan Poe
The Metamorphosis - Franz Kafka
Notes From Underground - Fyodor Dostoevsky
I've also been reading a bunch of horror novels by Bentley Little.

Non Fiction
A Game as Old as Empire - John Perkins
Mental Traps - Andre Kukla
The Outline of History - H.G. Wells
A Short History of Progress - Ronald Wright

I also read alot of Max Haines true crime stuff because thats about the only books my dad used to buy.. haha

Quotes


"It was not only that I could not become spiteful, I did not know how to become anything; neither spiteful nor kind, neither a rascal nor an honest man, neither a hero nor an insect. Now, I am living out my life in my corner, taunting myself with the stupid and useless consolation that an intelligent man cannot become anything seriously, and it is only the fool who becomes anything."
- Fyodor Dostoevsky


"If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you
But make allowance for their doubting too,
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:
If you can dream--and not make dreams your master,
If you can think--and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings--nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you;
If all men count with you, but none too much,
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And--which is more--you'll be a Man, my son!"

-Rudyard Kipling







I've always liked writing short stories and some non-fiction but am trying to start writing full length novels.

Always like critisicm, I'm trying to improve.