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Name: Miranda
Birthday: 6/14/1989
Gender: Female
Interests: All things of and surrounding the guitar. Art, in all of its beauty, grotesueness, variety and ironic deeper meanings. Theology and philosophy (and all the sexy english majors who are interested in it). Life on a larger scale than that of the one I exist on. Freud and all of his jacked-up perversity (*founder of the Freudian Fetish!*) . Music and its slaves. Coffee and the people with containers of it forever lodged within their hands. Open mic nights. Beautiful people.
...and of course...actors.
Expertise: I'm what you might refer to as: "A Jack of Trades, Master of None."
Occupation: Student
Industry: Art
Message: message me
AIM:  lilwierdgirl
MSN: bluenoteremedy@hotmail.com
Member Since:
1/29/2006
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| Well, the full *ohmigod* of all the travelling I've been doing lately hasn't hit me...and I hope it won't till I'm within collapsing distance of my bed. For now I write to you from the confines of a hotel room in Uvalde. Today I will float the Frio River and avoid getting burnt anymore. Warped was alright. It had its high points (rocking out to Tiger Army and Bad Religion being a couple of said highs) and its low points (walking around in a sauna for the first part of the day, and then freezing in the rain later being a couple of the lows). All in all, it could've been a little cheaper. But aside from that I had fun. *entry over* -x-miranda-x- | | |
| For so many years of my (for now) short-lived life I have been fed lies
by the media and really dumb people, leading me to believe that things
would somehow be different when I turned eighteen…with the possibility
of things even being…-better-. But no more! I am here now to dispel the
myth! To pry open the eyes of the ignorant! To spread disheartening
truth through the land in order to appease my own objectives in making
myself feel better about how shitty life really is.
Some day…it may have already come, it may be just on the horizon, or
perhaps even far off…but, someday, there will come a day, when you
become…legally…an adult. You will wake up on that day, with joy in your
heart! You’ll look forward to bars, and clubbing, and celebrating a
landmark coming-of-age, just like you’ve always seen on…on television!
Television: The omnipotent entity of our American homes. Bringing
comfort to your empty life through the cheerful buzz and glow of that
bliss filled screen. But it lies to you. As that fateful day wears on,
you’ll find you really feel no different, in fact…you might even feel
worse. All your hopes and dreams up to this point…brought down to
ground zero under crushing disappointment!
So get over yourself! Here’s what really happens once you turn
eighteen: creepy old(er)(ish) guys won’t be so shy around
you…ex-jailbait! And all those fun reckless things you would do with
your friends, yea! Better clean up! You’re an adult now, and your life
sucks. No more happiness!!! Sure, now you can buy some cancerous sticks
to try and mask your reality in a dull disorienting buzz so you can kid
yourself that things aren‘t so bad. You should probably get a job,
though, because I doubt your bible-thumping parents are going to
support your heathen ways. Didn’t you get the memo?? Smoking is for
trains, chimneys, French supermodels, and Satan worshippers! Then
again, maybe you could win enough money in scratch tickets to buy
yourself a lifetime supply of cigarettes, not too mention how awesome
you would be once you won a million dollars! Or a boat! You just
happened to forget the part where you’re a loser! And you suck at life!
You’ll win all that money and the government will reach its blood
ridden hands into your bank account and use your “awesomeness” to fuel
its media propaganda and war. How does it feel to be a bitch! HA! Looks
like the only thing we haven’t hit on is porn…thank you very much, but
I don’t think there’s much to be said on that topic. You already know
you’re a fucking loser who can’t get laid.
But no worries. You either already know this, or you still have a
little time left…to enjoy life in ignorance within the sweet confines
of your well-employed parents’ idea of a “home”.
*yay!* ^-^
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| “Beautiful…”
He said as he held me in his arms, watching stars explode within my eyes, an unhealthy thing, I’m sure.
“Beautiful…”
They once said, not long before the fall, where all facades came tumbling down, all neat, cradle and all.
“Beautiful…”
I used to think as I began to fall, not just for you, though that be true, but to death herald’d by song.
You I shall not forget, after all, come rain, come shine, come fall.
Till death do part, I’ll live shine till dark, with eyes set west towards stars.
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| I don't think two entities more different could've collided as favorably.
I can smell you on my clothes and my hair.
It's comfortable enough.
I think I'll give Dustin a run for his money...June is winding down.
But, you.
You haunt me.
I have to stop this...
...or just simply make up my mind about this.
I don't know what you want.
I don't know what I want.
...long term, at least.
I know what I want immediately, but that's a fickle thing.
But at this absolute and most imminent moment...I want above most things...to sleep.
Adieu,
-x-Miranda-x-
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| So, I'm graduating tonight.
Yay!...yes?
Time to "make my way into the real world"
*sigh* I'm so sure. -x-Miranda-x- ((I'm so exhausted right now, and I won't be getting to bed before 8:00 tomorrow morning. 'Nuf said.)) | | |
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