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Name: Miranda
Country: United States
Gender: Female
Interests: I decided long ago that my mind needed some serious exercise. That's why I love philosophy. Around this same time, I also decided that, in addition to my mind, my prayer life needed serious work. That's why I love catholicism. Another thing I decided is that my soul was dry and cracked as a pair of windburned lips. That's why I love music of all shapes and colors.
An afterthought: If the human mind is a dangerous place, mine must be an open field during a tornado.
Expertise: making a complete and utter ass of myself in front of others
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
AIM:  PotatoHamster05
Member Since:
7/12/2004
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| So during my temporary period of unemployment, I've been working with my hands a lot.
Not like THAT. Perverts.
I've been knitting and crocheting like crazy. I recently had a fantastic breakthrough. A stroke of genius. I am extremely proud of my latest hat, so I have to share it with you here....
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| My brother flew back to college yesterday morning (EXTREMELY early, might I add). I wasn't expecting it to affect me as profoundly as it did, but part of that could have been due to the Adderall I took in an effort to wake up more quickly and/or keep focus on certain things throughout the day. I hadn't taken it in over 3 months, so it certainly woke me up, but it had what I call "the Zombie Effect" on me. I call it "the Zombie Effect" because you basically feel like a zombie; you feel extremely tired and want nothing more than to take a nap, but your heart is racing and your eyes are permanently wide open and even if you TRIED to go to sleep, you would only find yourself lying on your back and staring at the ceiling, focusing intently on some unimportant detail of something that happened to you since you woke up.
It's ridiculous.
When I tried to take a nap around 1 pee-emm, I found myself focusing on several of these unimportant details from my morning, the most notable being how much I missed my brother. After we dropped him off at the airport I joined my friends Emily, Rachel, and Michael for a service at the Methodist Church right next door to South Bend Civic (where we actually held several rehearsals for "Flea"), and though I thoroughly enjoyed the service and the sermon and everything there, I could not stop focusing on how much I suddenly missed my brother, even though we had parted only hours before. Even through most of the brunch we shared at Panera, Dan was in the back of my mind.
I'm usually very good at hiding any negative emotions I may be feeling. Unfortunately for me (or, rather, fortunately), Emily sees right through all of my brick walls as if they were made of glass that can be easily shattered. Part of that today was the fact that the two of us seemed to be feeding off each others' negative emotions...there are some things that are really troubling going on in her life right now, and that, coupled with my own "troubles" caused the two of us to tear up at one point at the table. I think I did a better job of hiding it than she, because Mike and Rachel focused on her. (This actually was a bit of a relief for me, because I don't like to cry in front of people. At all.)
I don't remember where I was going with this entry, but that's usually how it goes in here anyway...
I guess the bottom line here is that I will never stop thanking God for putting Emily in my life. I only pray that I can learn to open up to all of our "Fellowship" the way I open up to her (and in turn that each one opens up to all the rest), because it will mean that we will ALL become guardian angels for each other. 
Love to all!
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| Well hello, xanga!
Hasn't been quite a year since I last wrote, but it certainly feels like more than that. I can't exactly use the excuse of "I've been too busy" to write, because honestly, I haven't been busy. I stage managed "The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" for South Bend Civic because being at home for long stretches of time was seriously messing with my mind. I've been job hunting for so long that I feel like I should open a job hunting business. You know, sort of like bounty hunting, only way more tricky and dangerous. 
The summer in Creede was certainly one of the best experiences I've had thus far in my life, and that's why I'm going back for more in 2010. Maybe this time I'll actually get around to writing that blog entry for the Creede Rep blog that Jonathan wanted me to write in 09. Sorry, dude. 
Some good news: I'm Irish Dancing again. It kind of happened too fast for me to remember how it happened, but Christina and I were hanging out one day, and the subject came up. She's the only member of our "trinity" that kept up with it, though she admitted that her only reason was so that she could remember and not forget it. It's not too fun to dance by yourself. So I joined back up and we've been taking the Sisk house by storm! (Seriously. It's like really dangerous thunder.)
What else has happened?.......Nothing much. Indi offered to pay me to stage manage the upcoming SMC dance show, and obviously I grabbed at the chance to get out of the house at the VERY least. That'll last me through February. After that, I don't know what's gonna happen...til May, at least. That's when I fly back to Creede.
As far as romance goes in my life...well, there isn't any. I've been having a blast as a "single lady" (and also watching my brother do the "Single Ladies" dance...) and though it's nice to be checking out the hot boys around me again, I doubt I'll actually do any serious dating any time soon. Mostly because I know that there probably won't be any interested prospects, because as we all know quite well, few boys find themselves interested in Miranda before they're interested in a different girl. Born to be Second Best, that's me!
Love to all.
Miranda
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| Creede....?
It's so weird to be back after all these years, especially since I'm actually working in the same theatre that was my second home as a child. It almost feels like I never left. You know that line in "Lord of the Rings" that's something along the lines of, "You can go off and have all of these spectacular adventures, and when you come home, it's like you never left, but you've changed so much that you never really can go back"? Yeah. That's what it's like. It's amazing, though. It's just so COOL.
What's weird is that I'm living in the EXACT SAME ROOM in the Bordello that Mom lived in the first time she came to work at CRT. It's wild!
I'm finding myself being whipped into better physical shape as I'm doing simple things like climbing stairs. I've climbed a lot of stairs in the last week. It'll be so cool when I go back to Indiana and I'll have all of this ENERGY due to the change in elevation. We're almost 9000 feet above sea level up here!
Just about everyone here has a dog, and every one of those dogs has its own pick-up truck. Every time I see someone with their dog, my heart stretches and twists and reminds me how much I want a dog of my own. I've been living vicariously through other peoples' dogs for much too long. As much as I love Gromit back home and Standby, Stagehand, and Virgil up here, I just need my own chuppy. I guess I'd better get a place of my own before getting a chuppy of my own. Huer. (Yes, friends, the dog is now a non-negotiable.)
Anyway. I wish I had more to write about. I guess I'm just so overwhelmed by how amazing it is to be back that I'm not able to pin down any individual thoughts. As soon as I do, though, I'll be sure and update with them.
Till later,
Miranda
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| "Everyone is born with genius - most people only keep it a few minutes." -Martha Graham
Another quote that I believe was printed in the New York Times:
"There are not enough of the arts in our school systems if everyone thinks Martha Graham is a snack cracker."
(I probably butchered it. But as I'm studying for a final, I find myself suddenly enthralled with her. I don't know why.)
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