I was born in Hobart, Tasmania, Australia in 1977. Whether it was sunny or not I can't tell you, but as far as I know nothing monumental heralded my entrance into this plane of existance - except maybe the fact that Drew Cary was celebrating his birthday that very same day - personally, I don't think that means much. Anyway, I was born on the second day of Gemini, mid afternoon according to my mother... who constantly reminds me just how long I took to arrive and how much pain she was in - nice of me hey?

I was the first born child of a British nurse and a Tasmanian Painter and Decorator, and soon proved that the birth had been the easy part on both my parents behalf. Left alone for more than 2 minutes I would scream til I got the attention I thought that I deserved - and rightly so *grins* Both my parents have commented that there were many days that I slept maybe two hours of twenty-four and was none the worse for wear... even if they exhausted beyond belief.

Time passed, I gradually calmed down - just in time for the arrival of my *grits teeth* darling and most sweet little brother Simon, whom I loving refer often to as Petal or Slimon, depending on my mood. Transition to being an older sister didn't go smoothly for a long time - but I have a few fond memories in which we actually got along - that was until I hit the wonderful age of adolescence and of couse, as is mandatory, hated everyone and everything.

It's depressing, as I have never thought myself a sheep behavioural wise, but I was the typical moody snot nose bitchy teen female, tongue so sharp it would cut through granite and a constant foul mood that'd make a thunder storm look tame. I don't know when I came out of the funk - I woke up one morning and realised that all the things I had hated, I didn't really - hehehe except maybe my brother, but then I admitted that I didn't hate him... he just irritated me beyond belief.

As time passed, I finished mandatory school - with a few hiccups across the way and made it to university finally in 1997. It was there that I met my great bunch of friends and started a course that I would eventually come to hate by the end of the year... life like that I guess. I live on campus at the University of New England, in Austin College... first year was a blast! I was finally away from my parents and I could do what I wanted, when I wanted, how I wanted. That lead to some first class slacking and I just managed to pull myself through with out failing. Second year was far more depressing and it wasn't long after my 21st birthday that a friend and I moved out of Austin, never to darken the door again.

We lived in a large bungalow on Queen Elizabeth Drive, for just over a year, till I got bored and wanted to move again. So it was in June this year we and to other friends moved into a big house together and lived in semi conflict til November when both my friend and myself left. Friend back to Brisbane and me off to Hawaii to see if an online relationship would work out.

The relationship part is still up in the air, and I've been here two months, however out of it I've gotten the best friend I ever had - so there are no losses. Anyhooo, I'm heading back down under in mid January and transfering to The University of Tasmania to finish my English Degree...

That's me in a nutshell really... it's wordy and it doesn't say anything really important, but there you have it :)