You can call me owls, most people do. I am this ball of fizzy delight, you can often catch me sauntering down the street in my doc martens dancing along to some infectious 80's pop. I talk way too fast, way too squeaky and use way too many hand-gestures. I'm 18 but I still see the world with a child-like wonder, I laugh a lot and I spend most my time lost in imagination. I don't mind people thinking I'm a little odd, I mean I'd much rather be a fruit-cake than a carrot cake because nobody likes carrot cake, meanwhile some old people love fruit-cake and since I wear cardigans and pretty much have a perm at least I will always be down with the pensioners.