It is actually surprisingly hard to write in this column. I mean I don't think I really know myself. I could say I went to uni in Scotland and then went off to travel, and did all kinds of cheesy free-spirit stuff, but that's only what've done and not who I am, and it sounds awfully hipstery anyways. I like smelling things. I remember people and places by their smells and will often judge things by it. I love music and singing and playing the guitar and the piano, not that I'm any good at them. I like to have this brooding artist image, even though generally I'm much better at sciences. Sometimes I use sarcasm as a defence mechanism. Also I think that my humour is hilarious, even though probably only a few people will realize that half of what I'm writing here is meant to be funny. I love the rain. I love puzzles. And animals, and dancing. Sometimes I feel like my life is a movie and I imagine the cheesy motivational soundtrack playing while I'm making poridge in the morning and dancing in my pyjamas. The most peacful I've felt was always in nature. I want to build a treehouse and live in the middle of the forest with a cool guy or girl or both. I can be really dark sometimes, and very quiet and then really hyperactive.