Behold, I am a graduate student. I drink my morning cappuccino (iced, because the weather is warmer now) from an empty jar that once held Loyd Grossman's recipe of Tikka Masala. A large percentage of my flatmates eat chocolate chip cookies for breakfast. I ask questions that you can't find answers to on the internet but only in some old dusty books, some of which have last been read before the advent of highlighters.
I am fond of my thesis, and cannot explain it briefly to people who don't know a smattering of medieval lit. HOW AWESOME IS THAT. I love obscurity.