I love cheese, brand new socks, black pepper and water. I have a wheaton terrier named Waffle.

When I was 12 years old, I took the stoppers off of my roller blade while we were camping upstate. Our campsite was on an enormous hill so me and my brother decided that it would be delectable to take a stroll on our skates. Faster and faster, I realized that I had no idea how to stop without the stoppers so I took it upon myself to use a tree as my "stopper." The tree was a campsite away from where we were staying so my parents saw the whole thing; my mother ran over crying and screaming. I saw cartoon birds. Luckily, I glided away without any cuts or bruises.