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I would say I am little "Grufti"-girl, always a little bit confused and crazy.

Although I belong to the "dark ones" for just a while now, I love it to laugh and to have fun with friends

I am a person that does not take herself too serious and that is able to laugh about herself... friends say that about me ... and they also mean that there would be certain similarties to an old witch called "Granny Weatherwax" - I really cannot imagine how this comparison could arise *gg*

I love to be creative - and one of my biggest dreams is perhaps to be able to make a living from the things that are products of this creativity. - Already as a teenager I started to teach myself drawing - I think in the meanwhile it turned out quite acceptable.. A few years ago I started sewing, what soon became a kind of addiction ^^ Now I try to create my own "dark interpretations" of Victorian and Empire dresses or to design a kind of my own Gothic-collection of accessoires and clothes.

Besides this creative things I am addicted to sports, beeing outside in wild and beautiful nature, pushing myself to and across my own bounds in sportive challenches like marathons and by practising martial arts.

And, well, yes, there is a second addiction - I am really, really adicted to coffee ^^- this is the magic drink that transforms me from a zombie into a human beeing (especially in the morning) *;-)*

Wise words from and about my most favourit discworld character:

Her own words:

I daresay. If anyone locked me in a dungeon, there'd be screams.

You can't go around building a better world for people. Only people can build a better world for people. Otherwise it is just a cage...

Let him be whoever he thinks he is, that's all anybody could hope for in this world.

Well, being assasinated is natural causes for a king.

Good and bad is trickey. I ain't too certain about where people stand. P'raps what matters is wich way you face.

(about believing in supernatural beings) 'But all then things excist,' said Nanny Ogg. 'That's no call to go around believing in them. It only encourage's 'em.'.

'Don't go spilling allegory all down your shirt.

... and words about her:

'Oh dear', thought Magrat. 'I hope she hasn't happen to someone'

'The trouble with Esme is that she don't know how to lose. She's never had much practise.'

Granny Weatherwax was not lost. She wasn't the kind of people who ever became lost. It was that, just at the moment, while she new exactly where SHE was, she didn't know the position of anywhere else..

Granny Weatherwax had never heard of psychiatry and would have had no truck with it even if she had. There are some arts too black even for a witch. ....... A psychiatrist, dealing with a man who fears he is being followed by a large and terrible monster, will endeavour to convince him that monsters don't excist. Granny Weatherwax would simply give him a chair to stand on and a very heavy stick.

...Granny Weatherwax, who had walked nightly without fear in the bandit-haunted forests of the mountains all her life in the certain knowledge that the darkness held nothing more terrible than she was.

She was a witch. That was quite acceptable in the Ramtops, and no one had a bad word to say about witches. At least, not if he wanted to wake up in the morning the same shape as he went to bed.

Despite many threats ,Granny Weatherwax had never turned anyone into a frog. The way she saw it, there was a technically less cruel and much more satisfying thing you could do. You could leave them human and make them think they were a frog, which also provided a much innocent entertainment for passers-by.

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