I’m a girl who can turn ordinary groceries into a culinary masterpiece. True, after that, my kitchen looks like a battlefield, but who cares about a couple of dirty pots when there’s a plate of perfect risotto on the table? My signature dishes are whatever I can find in the fridge at 9 PM.

Musical instruments are my second nature. I play the piano (and my neighbors' nerves) and the guitar (and my cat's nerves). I know three chords and one scale, but that's enough to throw a private concert for my houseplants. They never complain, by the way.

So, in the end, I’m a creative kitchen-couch potato who can paint a portrait while soup is boiling, accompanying herself on the piano while reading a musicology book. Multitasking is my middle name (right after "Oops, I burned the toast again!").

When I draw, I feel like a modern-day Van Gogh. Except instead of sunflowers, I usually end up with slightly abstract blobs, and instead of an ear well, you get the idea. But I stubbornly keep filling my sketchbook with doodles because someone has to use up all that paper.

I read voraciously. My bookshelf is bursting at the seams, and my "to-be-read" list is longer than my weekend to-do list. I can devour a novel in a day, but sometimes I deliberately drag it out just to stay a little longer with my favorite characters. Or, you know, just to avoid doing the dishes.