revolvingrush

Right, here are banners of my role-play charries (& ones I helped create too!) The signatures were mostly made by Andromeda Black & Rase Harcourt on

http://mwppmischief.proboards57.com/index.cgi

Check it out!!

{I haven't started using anywhere other than Neopets, sadly.}

{I helped think her up. She's Welsh! I think Wales is da bomb!}

{Again, I helped think her up. Woot for me!}

Now, we're on to my main made-up: Paige Susannah Turner

{This is actually supposed to be the shipping pic. Pasige is going out with Alex Hargrove & their ship's name is 'You've got Mail'. Unfortunately, Andie couldn't find any Chris Marquette pics, so Liv Tyler's by her onesy.}

{This is the first Paige siggy ever made; courtesy of Rae-Rae.}

I also play Marlene McKinnon on In These Times.

http://z7.invisionfree.com/in_these_times

{Sorry, but Rachel Bilson is in my opinion, very Marlzy-esque. Flame me if you must! ^^}

By the way, I saw Dead Man's Chest & had a fantabulous time in Turkey. Over & Out!

Yes, I've got my Chemistry GCSE tomorrow. But, luckily, I'm going to Turkey for two blissful weeks on Monday. And I shall go on boat trips & jeep safaris & things like that. Joy!

I'm not overly worried 'bout Chem - it's one of my favourite subjects, after all! ^^

Just as long as the Turkish men don't start in on me again. They give me major creeps. MAJOR CREEPS.

Aren't you people incredibly lucky? The answer is yes, dearies, you are. Why? Because I, in my infinite wisdom, am posting my Lothiriel introduction. ^^

If the Riders of Rohan were exhausted by the long ride, what hope is there for the Prince of Dol Amroth & his escort. Not forgetting his youngest child & only daughter, the Lady Lothiriel. Dusk was painting the sky crimsons, oranges & purples - a great masterpiece was unfolding as the Sun lay down to sleep. Unfortunately for Lothiriel, rest for her didn't appear to be on the agenda. At least, not as soon as she could wish it.
The tales of her own white city, Dol Amroth, whispered that her family had Elvish blood. Her own father, Prince Imrahil, could be idly mistaken for one of the Fair Folk. Lothiriel had been told that at times, it was the same with her. She was tall & pale; too thin about the body & features, willowy - as if the next breath of wind would snap her clean in half. Her eyes were not overly large: the colour of greying sea-haze at dawn.
She missed the sea; the comforting blue had always been there; at times she almost felt that she could just fall into the great blue & stay, united with it forever. The silver chain about her neck bore a delicate vial filled with the pure white sand: a gift from her older brothers.
The call to water the horses was announced by King Eomer - barely audible above the mournfully howling wind. The plains weren't wholly intolerable - criss-crossed by rivers & streams that lead inexorably to the Bay of Belfalas.
When she was younger, sometimes she'd leave her room at night & just sit, staring, at the dark angry waters. Often it was Imrahil himself who retrieved his little daughter: the slight form stiff with sleepiness & carrying the tang of salt air after her.

Lothiriel dismounted in a whirling flurry of skirts once she'd reached the top of the embankment. Her horse, Aearion was sweating & champing at the bit - scenting fresh water, no doubt. Lothiriel noted that his legs were caked with mud & stray bits of grass. Idly, she glanced down & was unsurprised to notice that the hem of her cloak & dress were both similarly caked. The iron-grey velvet was well stitched; ivy had been traced about the round neck & trailing sleeves. The cloak, well, she'd never favoured it - deep midnight-blue with an ornate silver swan as a clasp. Yes, she could quite happily disregard the outfit entirely.

Whether Imrahil & Eomer would was another matter altogether. Lothiriel sighed quietly, smiling at her down at the mahogany head & polished armour. They were close - everyone knew it. He'd even gone so far as to not have her betrothed yet. At twenty, she should have been thinking more & more about her husband & his House. Imrahil had gathered them what time he could for them to continue as father & daughter.
However, from what Lothiriel had heard whispered by the ladies & her father's councillors, her freedom was coming to an end. Cocking her head almost inperceptiably to one side, she regarded King Eomer of Rohan with a thoughtful glance; her lips twitching into an almost-smile, half-happy & half-calculating.
It wouldn't be wholly unwelcome, Lothiriel supposed. Though she fully intended to let Imrahil think she was adverse to the idea. His futile attempts at persuading his stubborn child were never anything less than amusing.

After much surfing on the wonderful-ity that is Photobucket, I finally found a piccy I can use to bounce Lothiriel off.

Stupid Swan Princess, marrying Eomer . . . . RAWR!

Ladies & GentlesSpoons, not only am I a warped & crazy Harry Potter fan-girl - I'm also in the LotR camp. Happy Buckets! ^^

Note : This post was completely & utterly pointless. Thank you.

"You're a Wizard Harry."

"I'm a what?"

Yes, some English tourists actually said this to me as they walked past. I, being a quick-thinking little Haryy Potter fan-girl, managed to answer them with Harry's own line. Pretty good, I thought - they found it dreadfully amusing too.

I've just had to write a speech as part of the second paper for my English Language GCSE. I was supposed to write about my 'happiest moment in school' as part of a speech to my year-group. Personally, I found the question to be badly worded & I ended up chucking in some LotR, Dr Who & Discworld references!

Hey, maybe the examiner's a fantasy junkie too! We can live in hope (& die in despair)

Maybe it's sad that I find being referred to as Harry amusing, but it is!

It soooo is!!

First posts are probably the one of the hardest things in the world. Right up there with memorising the atomic mass of every element in the periodic table.

Speaking of periodic tables, I've just come from doing my Biology GCSE. It wasn't too hard; but I always think that & then I get a nasty 68% & have to cram my poor, aching head full of pyhsics-shmysics to make up my A-grade.

I don't like le Physics. Chemistry's sooo much better - you get to make cider & blow things up. Plus, all the coolio peeps sit at the same bench as me. My latest nickname is even related to Chem! The nickname is Ping (hey, I think it's fun!) becuase -allegedly- that's what I said whenever we did the burning-calcium experiment. I reaaaaally LOVE Chem.

Yet I'm not keeping it on for A-Level. How does that work?

Some general information about me :

Age : 16
Year : 5th
Country : Northern Ireland!
Eye Colour : Blue
Hair Colour : Brown
{such generic descriptions! Woot!}
Height : 5"5
Weight : None of your business, Sonny Jim

Well, now you know. And now you are duly forewarned so that you can head for your secret hidey-hole in the Caman Islands. You'll be safe there because it's a place I don't ever intend to visit.

I'll add more stuff about me role-playing & numerous uselessly-invented characters later on.

Maybe.