Individuality.

Recently, someone said 'tell me something about you.' I was honestly stuck for ages trying to think of things that make me, well, me. This is my list as of this moment.

I'm 5 foot tall, which is rather small for a 20 year old.

I'm scared of springs, up to the point where I almost cry if I touch one. 

I don't believe in something unless it's proven to me. Ghosts included.

I don't care about my sock pairs. I wear odd ones every day.

I'm a spelling Nazi. Spell it right or not at all. 

Yet, somehow I fail miserably at grammar.

I was born on 6th of the 6th, at 6 minutes past 6 on the 6th day of the week. 

Safe to say, 6 is my lucky number.

I swear too much, except when around my grandparents.

When someone affects my life, I find it hard to let them walk out of it.

When I left college, I hated the idea of going to university.

My motivation was that I hated too many people in Scarborough.

I didn't care where I went and I changed my choices three times.

I got very lucky with Hallam.

I'm a student rep, which I actually love. It makes me look good.

If people name a band I've not heard of, I always nod and agree anyway.

I still don't know what I want to do with my life.

When I was little, I used to sulk at the bottom of the stairs.

I've only had one operation in my life, which was on my mouth.

I had a drain put in my neck and my back teeth taken out.

I have a small scar just underneath my jaw bone.

The only physical feature about myself I like is my eyes.

I have six tattoos, three of which are birds.

When Im bored, I empty my drawers out and refold all my clothes.

My nickname at school was Lemo, due to being a self confessed emo.

Music makes me feel less lonely.

I get jealous of people who remind me of myself.

Oh, and at one point in my life...

I thought it was acceptable to wear a Gareth Gates tshirt. I'm not proud.