I am a proud owner and operator of Apple MacBook. I love it. Ever since I got it my technological life has been easier. No longer do I have to worry about stupid viruses and updating my virus scan over and over. The operating system has also been heaven for me. When my friends complain about the flaws in Microsoft’s newest release, I have to try not to grin. The fact that my Mac is compatible with nearly everything without having to upload software that takes up space on my hard drive is also a godsend. My only real issue would be that there is some software and games that aren’t Mac compatible. I’ll just have to wait a little while longer.

Life without worry of work, it’s a dream. Being the giant geek I am I would probably still try to cram as much learning in my day as I could. Ideally this would include traveling all across the world to learn languages firsthand or see ancient history right in front of me. I would also spend my time on the streets. I’m absolutely in love with street performing and would love to spend my time studying the ancient art and even trying my hand working in a foreign city with a street theatre troupe or even on my own honing my skills as a living statue.

My fondest memory of my parents dates far far back to when I was a small child and still living in Florida. Obsessed with the kitchen cabinets and their contents, I pulled out nearly every single pot and pan and splayed them out all across the floor. When my mom came into the kitchen I had already begun my work with the basket of a vegetable spinner on my head. Instead of yelling and sending me to time out, my mom laughed and called my dad into the kitchen. Of course picture had to be taken but after the little photoshoot, both of them joined in for a nice noisy evening with the Tornton family band; most likely to the dismay of our neighbors.