I’m 22.
I’m a meat-eater.
I’m agnostic.
I don’t know what I’m doing with my life, but I’m surrounded by amazing people… so it’s all worth it.
I’ve never had a brain freeze, nor a nose bleed.
I dislike 80% of people, but I’ll give anyone a chance.
I’ve never broken a bone.
I can’t force myself to burp.
I haven’t grown since I was 12.
I have more guy friends than girl friends. There’s a reason for this.
I’m the most indecisive person I know.
I’m an only child.
I grew up a tom boy.
I ponder the strangest things sometimes and appreciate the little things in life.
I’m extremely sarcastic.
I don’t have my ears pierced.
I’ll never say no to ice cream, pizza, cats, puppies, or a back rub.
I miss being a kid, so I try not to grow up too fast.
I’m dyslexic.
I love the smell of rain, bonfires, and winter.
I’m the only person I know that doesn’t have a hitchhiker’s thumb.
My doctor tells me I have better than 20/20 vision.
I used to do 300 sit-ups every night. Then I fucked up my back.
The number 34 follows me everywhere.
I dropped the F-bomb in front of my entire family at the age of 3.
I sometimes think I have OCD.
Thomas Edison can be found in my family tree.
