". . . what nourishes me also destroys me . . ."

name: mandy, me'sheena, ruby
age: 20 (capricorn)
etc: blue eyes, long darkest brown-red hair, 5'6"

bio: I live and have always lived in sydney, australia. I used to be pretty convinced that I didn't like this country, but after travelling abit, I've realised that I do. I've been to the states once, and to parts of europe about 12 years ago, which doesn't really count therefore, seeing as I can barely remember it. I do remember london, and mostly that I didn't like it. I remember the punky gothy type people there, and they scared the hell out of me. How ironic.

Anyway, I am just about to start my 3rd year of a psychology course. When asked if I like it, I never know how to respond...sometimes it's interesting, but I hate uni itself, and it doesn't help that I work there too. I'm a librarian! But seeing as I don't really know why I don't like it, maybe it's all relative. I think it's mostly just the fact that it's constant stress, and I find it hard to manage stress at the best of times. Though my philosophy of late is to just do the work and not stew over it. It seems to work, kind of.

One thing I do enjoy, sometimes, is going to clubs. I don't do it every week, but I usually have a good time with good people, indulge in relatively harmless chemicals, and get to listen to 7 hours of non stop good music and continual dancing. I mostly go to gothic/industrial places, which the exception of the local tavern every now and then. It's just kind of wierd walking outside to realize that the sun has risen and people are having breakfast.

As for my religion/spirituality, I guess I would call myself pagan. I was adopted into the Cheyenne about 3 years ago, and base most of my belief systems there. Although I went to Catholic schools, my faith has pretty much always been what it is, it's just grown...alot.

I also write, and spend alot of time wondering...perhaps something I would like to change about myself, but I don't really know how either. It's odd...