One of those.

I am proud to admit that I am one of those people that does weird things in my car. Don't let your imagination run away with you...I mean ''weird things'' such as: sing at the top of my lungs like a rock star cause...yes...I think I'm that good. (although, amazingly that confidence flies RIGHT OUT THE WINDOW when I am around other people. Weird how that works) I will ALSO admit that while screaming to Kelly Clarkson I may or may not pull the—reach out to the void and suddenly clench fingers in a fist as you pull your hand back toward yourself—move. It's pretty awesome. The next one is actually surprisingly more embarrassing. I enjoy picking my nose every so often. I know you all do it cause I have caught others on a number of occasions. But....alas...today was NOT that day.

Caught RED HANDED. GUILTY. On both of the above accounts. "What's to become of me? What's to beeecooommee of meee?" (name that movie)