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

Thanks!