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Miranda

About Me


My name is Miranda.
I'm an undergraduate student in my fourth year. I'm majoring in English and Gender studies and minoring in Philosophy and Non Profit/Public Administration with a concentration on the American Humanics certification.
Favorite theory: feminist, queer, postcolonial, multicultural, globalization, trans, sustainability
Favorite genres: indie pop, post rock, dream pop, folk, shoegaze, lo-fi, anti-folk. Abusurdism, modernism, postmodernism, dadaism, surrealism.
Favorite crafts: spinning, dyeing, crocheting, knitting, soap-making
Favorite animals: sheep, llama, alpaca, goats, rabbits
Favorite types of pie: pumpkin, rhubarb, blueberry, apple, banana cream
I like piercings and tattoos, cream soda, brownies, going on adventures, ginkgo leaves, the autumn, pumpkin donuts, wearing sweaters, indie folk music, traveling, meeting new people, reading, holding hands, watching movies, wrapping myself in blankets, spinning yarn on my spinning wheel, and hugs.
I'm not picky at all. I like most foods, I like most people, I like most types of music. I find it incredibly difficult to pick favorites, despite the above. They change constantly.
I like to go to shows but I know nothing about music. I'm the girl that dances when no one else does. I love to sing at the top of my lungs.
I burn incense in my car. I'm messy but organized. Brown is my favorite color.
I love love love. I will bake you cookies.

My Blog

There is a fine line and I am perched in 2D

There is a fine line and I am perched in 2DI have dug a hole into you -    pawed quietly at your side    purring in your ear       like the sweetest kitten until you are rubbed raw and bleeding- but s...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Jan 2009 22:55:00 GMT

Chris Bathgate is playing on the soundsystem

Chris Bathgate is playing on the soundsystemThere is grayspace behind the trees.I've been sitting in the corner booth   listening to music you gave me   (reminding me of a show I w...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 11:23:00 GMT

An ode to best friends and the ones who fix us

An ode to best friends and the ones who fix usToday I am mom, with my arms around you.I bake you cookies because I see there is no other way to make you happy    (except by distraction)At th...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 11:34:00 GMT

Boston; July 12, 2012

Boston; July 12, 2012I want to take you to the beach and watch the sun rise(the ocean-beach)We'll drink mimosas with too much champagne   hold handsI will give you only one flower,but it wil...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 11:28:00 GMT

Remember the time i held your hand and we ignored the camera

Remember the time i held your hand and we ignored the cameraI want to stay forever in the fishbowlwhere Robert swimswith electric fins   and the yellow one races back and forth  &n...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 10:58:00 GMT

In learning to perfect the art of sliding my arm from under your sleeping head

In learning to perfect the art of sliding my arm from under your sleeping headFive inches is the perfect widthto leave the door cracked open:   Any more and you will smell the coffee &n...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 10:55:00 GMT

I pretend I am a writer

I Pretend I Am A WriterI do not write poetry.I find it unbearable   impossible      egotistical to think that I can defy   form    &nbs...
Posted by on Fri, 02 Jan 2009 10:54:00 GMT

Today I feel nothing

As I write this, it is nearly 3 in the morning. This is, perhaps, the first non creative blog I've posted on Myspace. It will be rambley and convoluted, I guarantee. I'm exhausted and I worked a 9 hou...
Posted by on Sat, 16 Aug 2008 00:31:00 GMT

It is too soon to tell

Avoidant. Vulnerable. Afraid. Exposed. Anxious. Restless. Torn.Hopeful, but distant and sad. I try to quantify the person I once was, before you knew me. I've been talking about it more and more late...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:39:00 GMT

We are positive, negative, complementary

The passion with which he expressed his conviction was stunning, despite his atheism, despite his cynicism and jaded mentality. His words were not harsh or bitter, but filled with wonder. Our conversa...
Posted by on Wed, 23 Jul 2008 22:16:00 GMT