and if you don't like it, well...I suppose I could teach you real quick how to play Russian Roulette with a shotgun.

Anyway, I figured that not many people are going to really be reading this...but I suppose that this journal can still come of some use probably. This deviantart account is for my writing. Right now, I'm kinda' rambling along, but if I'm given a story idea or something of the like...well it won't be as rambly.

I also draw too, but not well enough to post on the Internet. So therefore, I bring forth my writings as a form of art instead of my crappy (and horribly un-proportionate) sketches. I figured that writing was a form of art because you are, in a sense, painting a picture in the reader's mind with your words.

Or maybe I'm the only one who thinks that?

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The mini survey thing...
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So, my full first name is Rhiannon, but to me that really just sounds like a horrible mouthful. So (Against my mother's best wishes) I abbreviated my name to Rhia. You're also welcome to call me Rhian (pronounced Ryan) or Anne, although I'd probably respond to, "Hey, You" as well.

I was born in the Country of Germany, because my parents were both in military service at the time. I don't know much in the German language, because we had to move back to the United States shortly after I was born. My brother, however, can speak fluent German. As to the date of my birth, I'll only give you four numbers: 1991.

Most of my ansectors from my father's side came from the European continant, Germany and Italy for the most part. My Mother's ancestors were from England, Scotland, Ireland, and Canada. I'm also at least five percent Native American, but that's a long story.

I'm able to use both my left and right hand. Not that it really matters too much.

I like to write, but am also a musician. I play the alto sax as my main instrument, and I take piano lessons as well. I've actually competed in one piano competition, and have taken a superior rating from said competition. I have a vague knowledge of how to play mallet instruments, and I play auxillary percussion in my high school's marching band.

How do you like them apples?

Well, I can already see your eyes glazing over with boredom...so I suppose I'll stop there. Now get back to work on building my giant wax statue before I boil you alive in a ginormous vat of scalding-hot cheese.

Don't think I won't do it, my snugglemuffinhugglebunches. I'm cerified for a self-hug jacket.