Flair - behind the saga.
My name's Cassie. I'm 19, and I'm in my second year of a Communication degree (majoring in media studies) at one of the fine universities here in Australia.
I love to learn, and its my greatest ambition to learn, and to write, and to view the world through other people's eyes, as well as my own. There are other perceptions out there, and by seeing these, we come closer to a greater understanding of this crazy notion of human nature.
I'm anti-weasel and pro-Fluzism. I think staplers may well just take over the world to be controlled only by Staple-bots. I'm a chronic rambler and I love writing long and pointless letters and emails. Actually, I just love to write. It's the thing I'm most passionate about.
I love poppies, the moon, and occultist studies. I think The Scarecrow was wiser than he let on (let's face it, he was dead on with the "some people without brains do an awful lot of talking") line.
I don't think the butler did it. I've seen plays more interesting than this bio - honest to god, plays! Obviously, I like using random quotes everywhere. I'm a butterfly fridge magnet. I believe madness and violence in the name of god is still just violence and madness. I believe in god, only I spell it nature. There I go with the quotes again. Someone trout me before I start sounding like Savage Garden.
Shakespeare's a hero of mine. I love the vintage eras and I think Audrey Hepburn was the epitome of style. I love glasses and knowledge and pencil tins and musty book smells. I like both Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, but I think Gene Kelly's a better dancer. I believe everyone should have a teddy bear, for luck. I love to dance outside and twirl around the rain. I ramble way too much. As Buffy says "People underestimate the value of a good ramble."
I'm a theatre geek. There, I said it.
I have a deep respect for music and I find musical talent incredibly attractive.
Also, glasses.
Which I mentioned up there. But, oh well. A little bit of repitition never hurt anybody.
A little bit of repetition never hurt anybody.
I adore snuggling into a blanket on a rainy day, reading and listening to the droplets trip and fall.
My mind is a dichotomy of Edvard Munch's The Scream and Salvador Dali's The Persistence of Memory.
It is ALL the weasels' fault. Everything.
Okay, I'm done.
"Now, to find the guy who made that suggestion!"