Hi, I'm Min.

My nickname is pronounced as mean, although it is not written in such a fashion.

I just turned twenty-two.

I'm a very impulsive individual. I hardly ever ponder the consequences of my abrupt decisions. My unpredictable emotions drive me, which means logic is seldom present in my actions.

I'm always late to everything, and I do mean everything, but what can I say? I like making an entrance.

My athleticism, an attribute held in high regard within my family, is virtually nonexistent. My mother and father, in their youth, were notoriously known for their athletic prowess. I, on the other hand, was notoriously known for reading in the overcast shade of a tree, while my extremely athletic brother displayed his ever-increasing talent on the field. Yes, my childhood was awesome. Are you jealous that I was always jealous of my brother? I bet you are. Anyway, I do believe my fascination with books began there. I mean, what else was I supposed to do in the shade? Mediate? I think not.

I've always been creative, and imaginative.

I inherited my father’s dry humor. My mother and I may be genetically linked, but other than that we share no similarities.

I'm narcissistic as can be. I'm really into skincare and makeup. I never ever go outside without sunblock.

I have a weird fascination with serial killers.

I’m obsessed with redheads, seriously. If you have beautiful, flame-kissed hair, then I strongly suggest you not approach me… I will probably stare at you non-stop, or I might try to pet your hair.

I like mythology, cryptozoology, and history.

The medical field has always interested me.

I'm an extremely jealous person when it comes to people I truly care for, it’s honestly ridiculous. I give a whole new meaning to the, "green-eyed monster" phrase.

Caitlin is my soulmate.

I'm immature, and I am aware of it.

I'm an awful cook, the Fire Department has twice had to rescue me from my own culinary disasters. I've singed my hair countless times, and I once managed to burn off a good portion of my eyebrows. I honestly don't know how I always manage to burn everything, it's like I possess some sort of dangerous, bizarre superpower...or curse. Oh, and by the way, the stench of burnt hair is absolutely vile and takes days to truly dissipate.

I'm an intense insomniac. I have to take sleeping pills to truly acquire rest. It's pathetic, really.

I have freckles and rosy cheeks, and I hate them with a passion.

I like learning new words.

I hate the summer season.

I'm a really weird person when it comes to hands. I just like hands, a lot. There are even times when I think I might secretly have a hand fetish.

My nails can't all be painted in the same color because it will drive me mad. My ring fingernails always have to be a different color than the rest.

Dark chocolate is my addiction. The darker, the better.

I don't like babies. Well, newborns to be exact. They just creep me out. I feel like they have detachable alien heads.

I HATE lizards, which simply means I'm terrified of them.

My best guy friend is my double cousin. I'm very possessive over him.

I’ve been told that when people first meet me they think I’m a cheerleader? I don’t know how they get that impression, though. I wear a lot of black and I nearly always wear something to cover my upper arms.

In high school, I was such a quiet person that some people thought I was mute, when in reality I just didn't want to socialise with mentally deficient clones.

I bruise, and sunburn incredibly easily.

Apparently, I seem to have a thing for Welsh actors, whenever I take a genuine liking to an actor, he often ends up being Welsh.

I recently adopted a cat, and he is awesome. His name is Grueño.

If you ever want to bribe me, I suggest heavily iced unsweetened tea, pumpkin-flavored anything, or candy canes.

I like people that stand out and aren’t afraid to express themselves.

Classical music helps me relax and write. It's soothing. However, if I'm working out, I prefer to listen to "hardcore" music as loud as possible, just like any other human being. Noise-induced hearing loss, here I come!

I always, seriously always, get carded for trying to buy superglue or something absurd that requires you to be eighteen years old. My younger brother, however, gets offered wine and other alcoholic beverages whenever we go out for dinner.

My mother is tall, sincere, athletic, selfless, and a fantastic cook. I'm the complete antithesis of that.

I often wear pyjamas and shoes designed for children.

I’m vulgar with my friends, but I quickly develop a very efficient filter around younger children and my beloved grandmother.

I almost never watch the endings to movies.

Gaining my attention is quite easy, but good luck keeping it. I get distracted rather quickly.

I hold grudges like a petulant toddler.

I think all feet are unsightly.

I like bitter food according to my friends, but the truth is I just don’t like to eat blocks of sugar that pretend to be food.

Rubi is the name of my father’s sister. A lot of people insist that I resemble her, so that’s why I use her name in my accounts.

I don’t believe in any higher power other than my own.

I'm selfish and egotistical.

If you want my respect, then I expect the same gesture to be returned in kind.

In my opinion, marriage is somewhat cliché.

Speaking of marriage, I always wear my mother's matrimony ring on my left ring finger solely for the purpose of confusing overly observant individuals.

Mathematics is my worst subject. I'm terrible at it.

My handwriting is nearly impossible to read.

I have a difficult time verbally expressing my love and appreciation for others.

If you wake me up from my slumber, prepare yourself for instant decapitation.

I enjoy seeing the before and after photos of people that alter themselves with intense cosmetic procedures.

Despite evidence to the contrary, I'm a relatively nice person.

I don't know what else to say, haha.