I like pears, black liquorice, snow, and old photographs. Typography is a love of mine. I’ve never broken a bone or had stitches. I used to like the smell that comes before rain, but now that everyone seems to like it too it just makes me feel like a part of me was stolen by popularity. I’ll deal with it. I wish I’d patented several ideas, and always end up running into a retailer that sells someone else’s version of my idea. I’ve always wondered why the plural of spatula isn’t spatulae, since the plural of antenna is antennae. Brand names that cost more because of the logo make me mad. I am a grammar Nazi. I’ve seen some piercings that I really like, but I don’t like the thought of someone shoving a needle into me. Call me paranoid. I like old movies. Something about awkward silences makes me chuckle inside. I’ve been told I have a tendency to be extremely honest. I snore. I usually see misfortune as an opportunity to rise over what would trouble other people. I have a passion for learning languages and traveling.