I missed trees... and Tim Hortons, and quality produce, but I'll take it all for granted again soon enough.
I can be pretty shy at first, and especially in group situations, but once I get comfortable, I have no filter and only a little shame.
I was born and raised in Toronto, but since everyone seems to be curious, my family is Iraqi Jewish. My parents are from Israel and Iran.
No, I'm not half Jewish. Yes, that's possible. Wikipedia says so. Granted, I have far less knowledge of my heritage than I'd like to admit.
I don't play video games often, but I love the Assassin's Creed and Infamous games, and I do have a few vintage games/systems in addition to my PS4, PS3, 360 and Wii. They mostly collect dust unless I'm feeling nostalgic. I don't like first person shooters. They make me feel sick and don't interest me.
I swear too much, but I'm pretty good about watching my language when necessary (in front of children, professional situations, around parents other than my own).
It drives me nuts when people use the wrong there/their/they're, too/to/two or your/you're, but I try not to correct people because I realize I'm being unnecessarily nit-picky, and most people don't appreciate it.
I'm pretty easygoing. I'm usually game for anything if I'm in good company. I can be really indecisive if friends ask me to pick out plans. It's not that I can't decide so much as more often than not, I don't care what we do as long as we're hanging out. On rare occasions when I really want to go somewhere specific, I will share my opinion.
I can be pretty mellow and quiet or incredibly hyper and silly depending on the day- or the hour.
I vacillate between thinking life is too short so we should seize the day and taking life way too seriously. I like hanging out with people who push me to try new things because frankly, I'm a big chicken and need a little peer pressure in my life sometimes.
I love the word vacillate. I don't know why.
My least favourite chores are: washing dishes, shoveling snow, making my bed, and lately... packing/unpacking.
That's right... I'd rather clean my washroom than my dinner plate. I realize that's ridiculous.