Identity, 'How you are percieved, by yourself and others.' 'Ones individual self.' Two worthy definitions. Identity, who are you? Who am I? I am but me, no more, no less, nothing else sums it up as simply as that. For others that is simply not enough, to know who you are. Do I care? I have been confused and fascinated by the topic. My profile will show (generally along with a false name):-

'Lets see, im simply me, lifes just another adventure to work through and strive for, not to understand, but more to confuse and entertain. I climb trees, and i finger paint, I'd rather rewrite the whole script than follow someone elses lines, I have many secrets, and I have many passions. You should be who you are and not who others think you are, individuality is good, be free, and explore the infinite possiblities, everything is worth doing once, so do it.'

Is that me? Do I know who I am? No, I don't. Do I care? Not really, I'm more interested in here, now, than anything else. *smiles* Boring you, I see. I will go over those insignificant details for you then. I'm usually known as Mel (short for Melanie), but have been known by many other names. Each worthy of a personality other than my own. I use them as masks, to hide behind, mainly from a what-was stalker that I effectivly got rid of. I'm but a mere 20 (no matter what I've told you.)

Those that know me in person (other than family - I try to behave around family) might see me as strange, full of energy, and to have a tendency to do crasy things. Those that are closer to me - closer than those other people. Meaning my circle and a few others, will know more, personal things, as well as a side that I don't show too often. In person, I am nothing like I am on here.

Not actually liking this, to put me (or parts of me) in words is to probably be wrong. I have to many personas to be able to conform and put in a box, label it and stack on a shelf along with the rest of me. I can't do that.

Lets do the other things instead. My favourite colour is Red. My fac meal is scrambled eggs on a grilled cheese bagel, with mushroom and tomato. From Wendys: Number 4, kieser bun, extra cheese, l&p no ice, no biggie size. My favs tend to change purudy frequently.

I go to uni, yes (whoop-dee-doo); I'm a 3rd year BSC/BA student and I have not as of yet joined any clubs or anything (ahem, update. Now a member of the ski club!). I graduated from an ALL Girls School, which never did prove to be a problem :) That could be better; I don't praise myself in getting good grades, was more about the learning I did with the people, rather than the learning in class. Afterall, what did they teach us? To fill in the blanks? To be part of the majourity? They don't teach us to grow as individuals. As people. But hey, whats that when I can recite the Quadratic Formula?

I am at this moment in Auckland, New Zealand (a million miles from you, I'm sure, well, perhaps not a million, a thousand smiles maybe?) Every now and then someone will drive me through Mission Bay, or down to the snow, where everything is all pretty and nice. Good for me, it reminds me of how beautiful everything is, and then a bus will drive past, spouting large clouds of exhaust in my face. Oh yes, Aucklands simply devine. There are days thou, where I will sit atop a mountain (usually One Tree Hill, (considering its location is usually close to where I happen to be) - in a tree above the crater, below the summit), with Auckland spread out at my feet. its good there, watching the sun go down, having lambs bleat underneath me . . . Tis when crasy thoughts reside in my head. Its a time of wondering. Exteremely interesting.

Moving on into the unknown; Theres not alot you would want to know about me, so I shall stop.

Here are some linx that I will fix. Eventually. I forget what they are for.