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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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| 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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| I do believe that things will get better for me as soon as I leave Indiana for a while.
After having been in a serious relationship for so long, it feels weird to be noticing members of the opposite sex again. It's nice to feel this way again, but at the same time, I had forgotten how wonderful and terrible it can be all at once. What's more is that I still don't know what I want at this point in my life. I think it'd be a good thing if I started dating again - right?
I guess the problem is that I'm horrifically torn. I'm graduating this year. It's the absolute WORST time to be developing such strong feelings for a guy: I've barely been single for 4 months, and I'm leaving soon, so if there WAS anything that came of these feelings (which I'm fully expecting will not happen, as much as I may not want to admit it), we'd not be able to see each other for a long time.
I need to remember several things:
1) Everything happens for a reason. Maybe God's just trying to teach me how to capture a guy's attention again (psh, right, as if I knew how to do that before...), or maybe he wants something important to happen between us. All I can say is that I want what he wants for me, and nothing else.
2) My own happiness should not rest on anyone but myself. It took me a long time to learn this, but I think I know how to figure it out now.
3) I cannot let my emotions consume me. I've run into trouble with this in the past, and this is something I've always hated about myself. My feelings of defeat often overwhelm everything else in my mind, and this usually comes from the sharp knowledge that there's always going to be someone better or more worthwhile than me. What's important is that there IS someone out there who will see me as "the best". I just have to concentrate on not looking for him, because that's when we'll bump into each other.
I just feel like I've got all this love stored away inside me and it feels weird to have no one "special" to give it to. I know that what matters is that I just give it away anyway, because love isn't love unless it's shared. Never mind that they - he - may not love me in return. It's important that I give all the love I can give, whenever I can give it.
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| MY COMP ROCKS. 
In lieu of my comp being so freaking awesome, here's a list of SEXY.
-Finishing load-in/light-hang by 9pm
-Tasty tasty cyc lighting
-Small cast size
-Cast members who are patient and willing to work with me
-Goodge-ing in my chair
-An awesome script
-Tall boys who reach things for me
-Fitting pre-show music
-Pulling a suit at complete random from the costume shop only to find that it fits the actor perfectly and looks damn good on him
-A Stage Manager who knows her shit
-Feeling utterly relaxed with only one rehearsal to go before the show
I am very happy.
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| I have a splinter in my thumb but no tweezers, I have a very achey spine but no yoga instructor, and I have a bagel but no coffee.
HOWEVER, today isn't going to suck, because I won't let it.
I showed up a half-hour early for work today, though if we were judging by the sign on the door, it'd be a full hour early. I went home last night because Aunt Barb made Polish pigs-in-blankets (OH MY GOODNESS THEY WERE AMAZING) and watched a movie with Dan called "American Zombie". I couldn't fall asleep, though, and it was very frustrating. My back was hurting yesterday, but now it hurts even more. It's not my lower back, though, which is relieving (well, as relieving as any back pain can be...). It's my upper back/shoulder blade area. Mom did some Alexander technique with me and it helped a little, but I think what it really needs is rest.
Comp is going well. I'm very happy with it in many ways, especially with the fact that I decided to go with a minimal set. Since I knew I wouldn't want to do too much with the set anyway, I picked a play that took place on an apartment building's rooftop. I think load-in will be pretty good - hopefully I'll be able to devote some extra time to focusing lights and writing cues while still keeping a semi-sane sleep schedule (BAM! QUEEN OF ALLITERATION).
Forgive my stream-of-consciousness writing. I'm going to go study for my dance midterm.
Love to all!
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