I collect hobbies like some people collect parking tickets — impulsively and with questionable commitment. One day I’m a fitness enthusiast, the next I’m passionately defending why brunch counts as a sport. I dabble in the arts (read: I own fancy pens I never use), love a good book I’ll definitely finish someday, and have a black belt in overanalyzing movie plots. I enjoy spontaneous adventures, calculated laziness, and pretending I’m a food critic every time I order takeout. Basically, I’m a walking contradiction with Wi-Fi and a playlist for every mood.