So I have been in Walt Disney World this week. It's really a pretty magical place.
I feel like I've been thinking alot about the future in the last few days. So I made a list of things I want to accomplish this year. I just looked back at my blog post from last year about resolutions and realized that I had only accomplished a few. So I want to make my resolution to actually accomplish my resolutions.
Friday, December 31, 2010
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Happy Endings.
When I was younger I didn’t worry about boys or makeup.
I remember grazing down the tall and robust aisles of the store, wheeling around on my shopping cart like a champion figure skater. I remember feeling the wind in my hair and that unstoppable feeling of combined speed and grace that brought me smoothly to the aisle’s end.
I remember pumping my legs on a rusty swing set in my backyard, swinging so high that it felt like I would fall twenty stories if I jumped off. I remember waiting for the perfect moment to release my steel grip from the chains of the swing and blast my legs forward into the grassy safety.
Sometimes, I would creep into the dining room and extract the Christmas apron from the china cabinet and bring it with me outside. I proudly tied it around my waist and proceeded to locate the nearest rabbit hole. I would peer in, key in hand, and try to calculate the approximate distance from my backyard to Wonderland.
Moments like these make up the beautiful image I have of childhood. Though when I look back on myself just a few years ago, I think of so many things I wish I could’ve told myself.
“Hey, when that boy you like doesn’t like you back, don’t cry too hard over it. There will be others. And they will be exactly what you’ve always imagined.”
“And when you feel like the only thing stopping you from doing what you love to do is a mean girl who calls you names, remember, she will amount to half the person you will.”
“And when it seems like there’s no hope, turn to the ones who have stood by you from the start, even if they’re different too. Never be embarrassed of the people you love.”
And even though I try to be wise and follow my own advice, I never listen to myself. I may feel older and wiser, but I will always be that little girl, swinging on the bars of the jungle gym, playing “Alice in Wonderland”. Even now I find myself looking up at the stars, utterly mesmerized by the sheer size of the universe. Though cliché, I realize how insignificantly tiny I am, and it, in turn, leads me to a whole new train of thought.
I realize that my high school experience, though mildly humorous, means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. I have these realizations and they come one after another, like a rapidly pacing heartbeat. My bad memories are ultimately good.
That nice boy, who sat with me and watched Tim Burton movies introduced me to one of my now favorite bands. The girls who were mean to me in middle school showed me just how great my real friends were. That boy who bullied me because he probably liked me, taught me a lesson in good old-fashioned self-defense. And finally I realize that the girls who are superficial and self-conscious are not the ones who are going to change the world. And who’s to say that I am either. But I think that my probability of success is slightly higher than theirs. And that makes me very happy.
I remember grazing down the tall and robust aisles of the store, wheeling around on my shopping cart like a champion figure skater. I remember feeling the wind in my hair and that unstoppable feeling of combined speed and grace that brought me smoothly to the aisle’s end.
I remember pumping my legs on a rusty swing set in my backyard, swinging so high that it felt like I would fall twenty stories if I jumped off. I remember waiting for the perfect moment to release my steel grip from the chains of the swing and blast my legs forward into the grassy safety.
Sometimes, I would creep into the dining room and extract the Christmas apron from the china cabinet and bring it with me outside. I proudly tied it around my waist and proceeded to locate the nearest rabbit hole. I would peer in, key in hand, and try to calculate the approximate distance from my backyard to Wonderland.
Moments like these make up the beautiful image I have of childhood. Though when I look back on myself just a few years ago, I think of so many things I wish I could’ve told myself.
“Hey, when that boy you like doesn’t like you back, don’t cry too hard over it. There will be others. And they will be exactly what you’ve always imagined.”
“And when you feel like the only thing stopping you from doing what you love to do is a mean girl who calls you names, remember, she will amount to half the person you will.”
“And when it seems like there’s no hope, turn to the ones who have stood by you from the start, even if they’re different too. Never be embarrassed of the people you love.”
And even though I try to be wise and follow my own advice, I never listen to myself. I may feel older and wiser, but I will always be that little girl, swinging on the bars of the jungle gym, playing “Alice in Wonderland”. Even now I find myself looking up at the stars, utterly mesmerized by the sheer size of the universe. Though cliché, I realize how insignificantly tiny I am, and it, in turn, leads me to a whole new train of thought.
I realize that my high school experience, though mildly humorous, means absolutely nothing in the grand scheme of things. I have these realizations and they come one after another, like a rapidly pacing heartbeat. My bad memories are ultimately good.
That nice boy, who sat with me and watched Tim Burton movies introduced me to one of my now favorite bands. The girls who were mean to me in middle school showed me just how great my real friends were. That boy who bullied me because he probably liked me, taught me a lesson in good old-fashioned self-defense. And finally I realize that the girls who are superficial and self-conscious are not the ones who are going to change the world. And who’s to say that I am either. But I think that my probability of success is slightly higher than theirs. And that makes me very happy.
Friday, September 3, 2010
I have decided to take a lovely little trip this weekend for a photo shoot. I am going to a cemetary with my love and life, Gaby.
I bought the PERFECT black/zombie-esque dress today from goodwill for $4.39
I love bargains.
I'm uber excited for this shoot. It will be awesome.
love.love.love.
xx. Miranda
I bought the PERFECT black/zombie-esque dress today from goodwill for $4.39
I love bargains.
I'm uber excited for this shoot. It will be awesome.
love.love.love.
xx. Miranda
Friday, August 27, 2010
true story.
Dear world, here's a lesson:
There are people in your life that will make you feel bad, and you love them, but it happens.
My advice: Don't let them get to you.
It's hard not to, but every struggle we face as human beings benefits us in some way.
Like for instance, when people try to not hurt your feelings, but end up hurting them more that they would've if they had just told you in the first place, it sucks.
Also, sometimes in life, it feels like your best friend is replacing you. And they very well might be. But if they do, know that they weren't worth being friends with in the first place.
It's hard to be angry with the people you love the most, and sometimes they are the ones that hurt you the most. I might be getting replaced with a better, cooler, sweeter person, but it isn't her fault, because I like her. It's the fault of the girl who doesn't realize what's happening.
So dear world, if you only take one piece of advice from me, take this:
Don't succumb to the people who are to ignorant to realize that you're beautiful, or special, or different.
It's not their fault. Don't be like them. Just let go of whatever they did to make you cry and forgive them. It's all you can do.
There are people in your life that will make you feel bad, and you love them, but it happens.
My advice: Don't let them get to you.
It's hard not to, but every struggle we face as human beings benefits us in some way.
Like for instance, when people try to not hurt your feelings, but end up hurting them more that they would've if they had just told you in the first place, it sucks.
Also, sometimes in life, it feels like your best friend is replacing you. And they very well might be. But if they do, know that they weren't worth being friends with in the first place.
It's hard to be angry with the people you love the most, and sometimes they are the ones that hurt you the most. I might be getting replaced with a better, cooler, sweeter person, but it isn't her fault, because I like her. It's the fault of the girl who doesn't realize what's happening.
So dear world, if you only take one piece of advice from me, take this:
Don't succumb to the people who are to ignorant to realize that you're beautiful, or special, or different.
It's not their fault. Don't be like them. Just let go of whatever they did to make you cry and forgive them. It's all you can do.
Wednesday, August 11, 2010
hello, this is your mind.
I'M SO BAD AT THIS. i keep forgetting to blog. there will be so much to talk about in nyc so im using that as an excuse.
So I wrote some songs (i think) for the band experiment of probable failure.
They aren't that bad actually. It is slightly difficult to write without oliver (my piano) but i think i'll manage.
Woohoo for uneven capitalization of the word I.
Anyway, I feel like such a pale kid at the beach. I also have an uneven tan. This is because I forgot to flip over. I was laying on my stomach for 3 hours and then I got up and I have a tan back and a pale front. It's pretty bad.
BUT!
New York City next week. Hopefully I will find a piano store somewhere, and I can write in there. But there will be lots of chilling in the city. Going alone is like, the best thing ever. I love being alone. Weird, but true.
here's a thought from one of my favorite books:
night xx
So I wrote some songs (i think) for the band experiment of probable failure.
They aren't that bad actually. It is slightly difficult to write without oliver (my piano) but i think i'll manage.
Woohoo for uneven capitalization of the word I.
Anyway, I feel like such a pale kid at the beach. I also have an uneven tan. This is because I forgot to flip over. I was laying on my stomach for 3 hours and then I got up and I have a tan back and a pale front. It's pretty bad.
BUT!
New York City next week. Hopefully I will find a piano store somewhere, and I can write in there. But there will be lots of chilling in the city. Going alone is like, the best thing ever. I love being alone. Weird, but true.
here's a thought from one of my favorite books:
night xx
Monday, May 10, 2010
oops and a tribute a la Karl Lagerfeld
So I realized that anyone who visited my last blog post about prom most likely thinks I'm a judgemental bitch. So, in case you have returned, I thank you and I promise not to talk about prom any further.
If you've been watching the news lately you would know that the United Kingdom is amidst a Hung Parliament.
What is a Hung Parliament you say?
May I direct you to google: http://www.google.com/
I find politics, especially British ones, to be very interesting and I suggest you go buff up so you can look spiffy around your friends.
On a completely different note, I have assembled an assemblage, if you will, of all things Karl Lagerfeld.
(kind of)
If you've been watching the news lately you would know that the United Kingdom is amidst a Hung Parliament.
What is a Hung Parliament you say?
May I direct you to google: http://www.google.com/
I find politics, especially British ones, to be very interesting and I suggest you go buff up so you can look spiffy around your friends.
On a completely different note, I have assembled an assemblage, if you will, of all things Karl Lagerfeld.
(kind of)
more later. too tired. must. sleep.
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