name: Rhea of the Reborn

age: the age where i begin to sprout my wings and fly as high as they take me

height: 5'6" and i must still be growing! i'm not short you 6 foot tall weiner heads!

weight: a secret! "winks"

likes: things of mystical or mystifying origins, the night air, the glow of the moon's light on lilies, and a special someone who i hold dear to my heart.

dislikes: rude and inconsiderate people, degrees below 50 and higher than 85, and people who constantly shove sweets and fats in my face knowing i'm trying to lose weight! ... sorry about that. heh.

favorite foods: green onion ramen, watermelon, and blueberry cereal

a little about me: i grew up in a city in Louisiana. i was the odd of the bunch. the kid who got all the grades, 100s flying into my hands. although, i could hardly have anyone who i could call a friend. i had a few acquaintances, none too close to be called a "best" friend. both my parents were still together and i had a little bro who was diagnose with muscular dystrophy. at the age of ten my brother died (he was 7) and i was thrown into a depression that spanned 4 years. my parents separated and my life as well as my heart shattered. after a while, my newfound friends (i eventually learned to acquire some) kept complaining about petty and ridiculous things. i yelled at them that they were stupid and that no matter how much they complained, nothing would change. if they so wished it to be different, they should get off their rumps and do something and if not, just let it be and get over it. that clicked something in my head. i got over my bro's death, happy that he no longer suffered in this world and is some place better and i moved on with my life. my parents recently divorced and now i smile more than i frown and when i cry i smile wondering just how ridiculous my brother would say i was being. as if i heard him say, "you're alive right? get off your rump and do something about it. don't be miserable. take it from me. i'm dead but do you see me crying? now hurry up and smile, or i'll tell mom!" and now, here i am, wonderful friends, writing with a heart, an awesome boyfriend who doesn't care if he looks girly holding my purse while i go into a dressing room, and parents who (even if separated) still make me happy.

that's my life story thus far! maybe i could write a story about it. maybe. what do you think?

(edit)i suppose i haven't been very active.. for how long? i forgot i was even on here. nevertheless. i shall continue.