Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night
And wouldn’t you love to love her?
Takes to the sky like a bird and flies
And who will be her lover?
~ Stevie Nicks, Rhiannon
Was unleashed upon the world: 17 January 1992
Candles on the cake: 16 (soon)
Sees through: Brown eyes (brown and a little green)
Brushes: Blonde, curly hair (I can hear the Goldilocks sniggers now)
A proud Aussie
Neopagan
Height: Let’s just say, hobbit
Ipod Playlist includes: Death Cab For Cutie, Korn, Otep, Spineshank, Disturbed, Plus 44, Placebo (I realise this list paints me as quite emo, but I’m cheerful ninety-nine per cent of the time!)
Believes in:
Reincarnation, the healing powers of therapeutic writing (hence my tendency to cart a journal around with me everywhere), love (just a bit critical of teenage hormones and people who think they are in love, when it’s more like puppy infatuation)
Is A Skeptic of:
Love at first sight, the theory of soul mates (at least romantically), genetic engineering, infatuation, as stated before (enough pretentious assholes have assured that)
Addictions Include: Chocolate, reading, writing, daydreaming, philosophising, drawing and painting, skittles
I Abhor: All forms of sports Mathematics (it’s my enemy), not much else
My Library Shelters:
The Witches of Eileanan Series (Kate Forsyth), Rhiannon’s Ride (Kate Forsyth), The Sevenwaters Trilogy (Juliet Marillier), The Bridei Chronicles (Juliet Marillier), Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte, because of the sheer passion and intensity of her characters), Jessica (Bryce Courtenay), About a zillion others, but I regard the above as classics
See the stone set in your eyes
See the thorn twist in your side
I will wait for you
Sleight of hand and twist of fate
On a bed of nails she makes me wait
And I wait without you
~ U2, With or Without You
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