Well in all honesty, there are quite a few things about me. My dislike for cheese, my ill-explained fascination with penguins, my vague obsession with writing (and occasional inability to do it)... In short I'm an aspiring writer, wondering how university ever let people get away with a course like this. I'm alternately oblivious and irritable, known for love of films and leaning towards "depressing" music which, in my view, isn't depressing at all but strangely pretty. Oh, and I have no idea how tall I am. My parents always said not to find out in case I got depressed.