"We are the music makers..."

I typed this up last week. I didn't post it because I'm not entirely sure I purged my mind with my words. I typically like to get all of my thoughts on a particular subject out and together before I post it...but whatever. I didn't want to leave the Microsoft Word document open on my desktop anymore...lol. So if I read through it and decide to add more later, you'll just have to read it all over again.

I love to write poetry. One of the most satisfying things about it is that I can write my deepest thoughts, and if I word it in a vague way, I know what I mean but you don’t. And although I always mean something very specific, you are free to interpret it any way you like. It’s like I’m shouting a secret, and no one hears it. It’s great...very cathartic.

My favorite type of poetry is musical lyrics. I’m very into lyrics. I’m drawn to a song first because of the beat and the singer’s voice, but it truly grabs me when the words are great. That’s one of my “things”...I always look up the lyrics. I enjoy reading them...
My current profile song on myspace is I’m yours, by Jason Mraz.

"I've been spendin' way too long checkin' my tongue in the mirror

and bendin' over backwards just to try to see it clearer

But my breath fogged up the glass

and so I drew a new face and I laughed

I guess what I'd be sayin' is there ain't no better reason

to rid yourself of vanities and just go with the seasons

it's what we aim to do
our name is our virtue"


I’m not entirely sure how he intended these words to be understood, but it prompts my emotional mind...

We try so hard to see what we “are”...and our image is nearly always distorted by our efforts.

I don't think we ever actually see ourselves as others do...for better or worse.

I mentioned in my previous blog that I’ve changed quite a bit in the last few years. In reality, I’ve nearly become a whole new person. I’m becoming the person that I want to be. It’s fun. I don’t care what you think of me, or if you don’t agree with the choices I make or the way I present myself. I’m just gonna be me. I’m going to live while I have breath. If I’m moldable (and I hope I am...I’d like to think that I'm receptive to good change), I want to be the artist responsible for my shape. When I look in the mirror, I want to smile at the face I see looking back at me. I’m nearly there...

Simply this...

Eh...
Well, I've had this blogspot account opened since May. I don't typically run short of things to say...but for some reason, I just haven't used this particular blog. Maybe I was hoping to launch my new page with an entry that would be hugely fantastic...the problem is that I haven't had any hugely fantastic thoughts lately...
But I don't want my blog to be naked anymore. So, I'll just write whatever comes to mind and proceed from there, k?

I'm assuming that most of the people that are reading this already know me (or perhaps you're just a creepy blog stalker and you don't know anything about me?)

But maybe you already know that I am merely Miranda. I am nothing special, but completely unique. Ever changing, but always...Miranda

I was on a playground today...swinging slowly and thinking about what makes our personalities. Is it something that is instilled in us when we're born, or is it something we create...constructing ourselves into what we want to be...choosing attributes that fit an image we desire to portray? I'm nothing at all like I was when I was younger...hardly the same as I was even in high school/early college. I'm ever evolving...

Am I responsible for becoming what I am...or do my circumstances and life occurrences shape me? Maybe both. Probably. Being a bit of a control freak, I like to think that I hold most of the power.

;)

Just for fun (or in case you're one of the folks that is lurking around in the earlier parenthesis), I'll type a few words that I believe describe some aspects of me. This list is by no means all inclusive. I don't believe I could type enough words to paint myself on paper...and certainly not with 10 simple phrases.
But here goes...
I am...
-obsessive compulsive (but not in the real, medically diagnosed way. My sister sometimes refers to me as "anal". I would say I'm just...particular.)
-a picky eater...incredibly picky.
-I have a healthy obsession with health (because how could an obsession with health not be healthy?)
-a writer
-a runner
-fickle...and temperamental to go along with it. So watch out.
-a lover of art...in all of its' forms.
-a list maker. Lists keep me...sane.
-incredibly and sadly sentimental.
-blessed/cursed with a strong and vivid memory and imagination.

So. Aren't you glad you know me?...(or, again for those parenthesis lurkers, don't you want to know me?!)

For the last two(ish) years, I've been posting my thoughts on myspace. I'll likely post some of those blogs on here...or at least the links...because everyone should read what I've written.
:)