13. During our childhood, Jen and I wrote and performed SNL-like skits. Not going to lie, I do have a secret desire to act. I seem to be great at acting like I’m getting my work done.

12. I’m writing a paper on fashion bloggers (as a participant observer) because I find this community fascinating. Style will always be a big interest, and I’m still working up the courage to wear some of my extravagant pieces.

11. I’m an idiot when it comes to make-up and rarely wear it. How do you put what where? Lessons please. Lucky for me, people love me in the skin I’m in–or so I tell myself.

10. I can eat a gabazillion pounds of berries and still have room for dinner. It’s a trade secret.

9. My urge to operate heavy machinery is still going strong as I have not yet held anything larger than a caulk gun. Lame. The idea of driving a monster truck over a couple cars is doubly exciting.

8. My dad likes to remind me, “You have taste, but you don’t have the means.” Just you wait for the day I have means and no taste. The Batmobile and pink plastic stripper shoes? That would suck.

7. If there is one dream that I have been sure of, it’s building and designing my home. The supersized treehouse–or a livable variation of it.