The Waiting Game

I am going crazy.
Not that I wasn't crazy already, but... more so.  Why?  Because I've begun the waiting game.  You know, that annoying part of a writer's career when you submit something, then check your mail every few hours to see if you got any response yet.
I hate the waiting game.  I will be so disappointed if the answer is no.

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Target Practice

So, I don't use guns.  At all.  Mostly because my aim is atrocious.  How am I supposed to hit the blasted target when my hand is going all over the place?!  Besides, I was more interested in books and animals growing up.
Yesterday it all changed.
One of my roomies, Kah, had a nerf gun and darts sitting on the couch after a battle with our home teacher (from what I can make out, though I may be wrong).  I'm not entirely sure how it happened, but somehow we ended up taping a few of Kay's plates to the back of our dining room chairs and having a bit of target practice before church.
I think the best moment was when I accidentally shot too high, the dart bounced against the wall, and then landed in the fishbowl.  Poor Dr. Seuss (The fish). :)

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

I Know You!

Last night my friend Heather and I had planned to watch a Japanese version of Macbeth (we're both huge Shakespeare buffs).  However, halfway through the day she texted me asking if it would be all right if she invited other people.  I was okay with that, but there was still the idea that I would have to meet new people and make awkward small talk.  That or shrink into a shell and not talk to anybody. ;)  Well, I found her place, and we talked for a little bit, and then Heather got a call from her other friend (there was just one other) asking which apartment was hers (she just moved in).  She opened the door to let her friend know, and I waited to see just who it was who would be walking through the door.
She walked in, and believe it or not, my first thought was, "I knew it!"
My second was, "Hey, I know you!"  We'd met in my Shakespeare class this last semester.  We'd even studied together!
Ironically, when I first met her, I remember thinking how similar she was to Heather.  Hence my thought, "I knew it!" 

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Unpacking

So, now that I've moved in, I've had to start the oh-so-fun last part of moving in.  Unpacking.  EVERYTHING!!!  I've discovered I have serious excess in three areas: jewelry, hats, and BOOKS!  Seriously, I have books all over the place!  I was seriously scared I wasn't gonna have room for them all!  Luckily, these apartments have a lot of shelf space. :)  And funnily enough, going through all my books I found books I hadn't even remembered I had (namely Once Upon a Time retellings).  It's a very happy moment when you realize you actually have the books you've been wanting for ages. ;)
I've got most of the unpacking done now, I just need to hang up my dresses and my cloak.  Which means I have to get hangers.  Foo.

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

A Moving Surprise

Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to write, but I had a bit of a surprise yesterday.  Halfway through work the apartment office called me back and said I was approved to move in... the next day.  Which meant after I got home I spent all day packing, and today I've been moving in!  Which means... I'm moved in!  I am now living with Kay as my roommate, I have my own room, and I'm on my own. 
Wow.  Kinda weird, but also marvelously liberating.  I can take care of myself, and that's nice to know.
So, yeah, sorry about missing a day, I was moving.  Luckily, I don't have as much junk as I was expecting, so it didn't take nearly as long as I thought it would!  Mostly I just have a lot of books.  And round-shaped stuffed animals. ;)

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira

Reasons for Marriage

This is a topic I've been coming across a lot lately, so I thought I'd throw my two cents in.  Being a woman, I will be speaking from a woman's perspective, but I believe this works for guys as well.
It seems that marriage has become less and less important in the past decade.  People seem to think living together is enough, and even if they do end up marrying, they have likely been living together for some time already.  Yet some people wonder why divorce rates have gone up in the last decade or so.  Believe it or not, there is a correlation.
See, marriage is the result of love.  Ladies, if this guy doesn't love you enough to commit to love you and be with you until death, why on EARTH would you give him your most precious possession?  If he really loves you, he'll wait for you.  If you want marriage, and he's pushing for intimacy before, then you can guess what it is he's interested in.  Don't fall for it!  If he tells you that if you love him you'll prove it, HE IS MANIPULATING YOU!!!  You prove love by caring about someone, not by giving in to their demands.
Living together outside of marriage is not the result of love, it is the result of want.  Even if the two people love each other, they are not living together because they want to spend their lives together.  Some people say that marriage is only a piece of paper.  If that is true, what's the big deal with actually getting married?  If it's only a paper, what harm is it doing you?
I get that this might offend some readers, but I'm not going to apologize for it.  So many people think marriage is a problem, and IT IS NOT.  Marriage is an expression of love and devotion, commitment and promises.  It is NOT an oppression of women, it is NOT a useless piece of paper.  If you can't see yourself married to this person, leave him.  If neither of you are willing to make the commitment to marry, then don't put everything you have on the table.

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira 

Surprise!

So, you know how yesterday I was complaining that work was pretty boring.  Someone in charge has a sense of humor.
One of my good friends, Emma Mad, has joined the crew at work before she heads off on a mission (her papers are in, just waiting for her call).  The thing is, whoever is in charge has hired another Emma.  And not only is it another Emma, it's another Emma Mad. O.o?  And they both work in the same department.  O.O?
This could get very confusing, very quickly.
But that's not the end!
Just as I was about to log into my computer to start the work day, my boss called me back downstairs.  Apparently, I'm no longer the minutes and meetings specialist (though I will still be doing that).  I'm joining the Emmas and Rachel in entity specialization (don't ask me what that means, I'm still not 100% sure).
Not that I mind.  Poor Rachel has been doing it all on her own, and it's definitely not a one-woman job!  So, new faces, new job... this will be interesting.

Fare thee well, friend!
Mira