My name is Ryan. It's like Brian, but the B is silent.
I'm a Christian, and a cool, unashamed, proud dork.I sing karaoke whilst sober. I'm actually not this short, I'm just standing further away. I lift weights, but you wouldn't know it from looking at me. I'm reasonably strong for my size, but so are ants. I'm regularly seen covered in dog fur and chalk. I'm a qualified personal trainer, which says nothing about my reliability as a guide on fitness-related stuff, but some people on the internet think I'm not incompetent. 20% of personal trainers survive in the industry for more than two years. I survived for 2 years and 1 day, before figuring out that at this stage in my life, that career is not for me, so now I'm one of those douchey, penniless university students whom we all wish would shut up about antidisestablishmentarianism and the sociological ramifications of blah.
C is for cookie, and that's good enough for me.
