Literature, Lost, Fanfics, Art, science, anthropology, medicine, the Internet, dogs, writing, roleplaying, and rain.
Music
Mostly rock from the sixties and seventies. The Beatles, The Turtles, The Goo Goo Dolls, John Hartford, Nickel Creek, Nickelback, and Five for Fighting.
Movies
Jurassic Park, Signs, The Blair Witch Project, Cloverfield, The Happening, The Sixth Sense, Unbreakable
Television
Lost, Bones, Dead Like Me, Pushing Daisies, Wonderfalls, Gilmore Girls, Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Angel, Heroes, Crossing Jordan, House, Ghost Whisperer, Charmed, ER...
Books
Odd Thomas, Forever Odd, Brother Odd, The Darkest Evening of the Year, The Bad Place, Watchers, The Taking, Intensity (all Dean Koontz). Cujo, Pet Sematary, Cell, The Man in the Black Suit (all Stephen King). Grave Secrets, Bare Bones, Deja' Dead, Death Du Jour (all Kathy Reichs). Where the Red Fern Grows (Wilson Rawls). The Origin of Human Kind (Richard Leakey). Lord of the Flies (William Golding). Aku-Aku (Thor Heyerdahl). War of the Worlds (H.G. Wells). The Man Who Found Time (Jack Repcheck). Plagues and Peoples (William McNeil). I Heard the Owl Call my Name (Maragret Craven). Meeting the Invisible Man: Secrets and Magic in West Africa (Toby Green).
Heroes
My dad, My brothers, and my best friends (you know who you are).
The faces on People Magazine fade. A name in a book is forever.
"The sandman told me he's done all he can
The situation calls for more than sand
Close your eyes and leave the rest to me
You'll have sweet dreams that'll last all night
And easy feeling in the morning light
Drift away with the touch of the hand
I'm your sleep tight goodnight man."
..:::Me:::..
I adore the show Lost.
It's uberly awesome. :)
My name is Myralee, though if you're reading this, you should probably already know who I am.
I try very hard to please people. I try very hard to be liked. Because I want people to like me, when it comes down to it; even if I have to lie to myself in the process, even if I have to betray who I am on a superficial level, I want people to like me.
I am not a rebel.
I am not a sheep.
I don’t try to stand out,
and I don’t try to fit in.
I just want people to like me. I don’t approach people or make friendly discussion for no reason, because I find that the best impression is no impression, and that mindset has served me satisfactorily for most of my life. So I am often quiet and reserved and I sit in the back and I keep my mouth shut, because I figure that if I say nothing then I can’t say anything wrong, and if I can’t say anything wrong then there’s no reason for folks to dislike me.
Usually that works.
Sometimes it doesn’t.
I find that it’s a safer and, to be honest, more comfortable approach to life. I don’t dare to try to make people like me, so I sit back and allow them to notice me or not notice me, whichever the case may be.
The result of my methods is a noticeable lack of social contacts. I mean, yes, I know the names of many people and a fair amount of people know my name and my face, but friends, good friends, are few and far in between.
And most of them are my friends because they approached me.
I try very hard to be honest with myself. Sometimes I try so hard it drives me crazy. I do a lot of introspection and evaluating, because I want to know who I am and what I stand for, even if I find that I am not, in fact, a very good person at all.
Which happens.
I know my faults well, and I know how to cope with them when my conscience complains.
I openly admit to my sins when they are called on, and that is perhaps the most rewarding part of my introspection – I don’t play dumb when I’m accused of doing something wrong, or thinking something that’s terrible, or saying something that is offensive.
I don’t play dumb because I probably noticed it long before anybody else did, and I probably already decided on how to deal with it.
I’m an optimist.
I’m silver-lining, the-hills-are-alive, the glass-is-half-full girl.
Sometimes it may not seem like it, because I’m also a realist, but when I’m given the opportunity and the positive outlook weighs the same as a negative one, I will always choose the positive one.
It also means that I’m very naïve; and because I’m so honest with myself, I know and admit that I’m terribly naïve.
But I tend to think that, since the world isn’t going to change any time soon, and I already know that the bad guys exist, the storms hit hard, people die, and people suffer, I’ve decided that there are three lenses through which to view the state of things:
You can accept that bad things can and will happen to you, so you take a seat, bow your head and allow the inevitable to swallow you up; you can deny that anything bad will ever happen to you, so you walk into the danger zone unafraid and it still swallows you up; or you can accept that bad things can happen and that they might happen to you, so you stand and brace yourself against the winds and try not to let it knock you down.
I tend to think that the last option, there, is probably the best one.
That’s what happens when you’re a naïve, optimistic realist.
And if you think that someone can’t be all three of those things at once, then you probably haven’t spent a lot of time around me.
I don’t think that the state of the world is defined by the people who live in it, and I’ve always thought it was rather odd that people seem to believe, without hesitancy, that the world is bad because people are suffering. The world is the world regardless of how people live in it. It existed, in all its chaotic glory, long before we came upon it, and it will continue to exist long after we depart.
That said, I think the world is a beautiful, wonderful, awe-inspiring place. Biology, chemistry, physics…they’re all so perfect and they make this world what it is.
People do not.
We cannot be so arrogant as to believe that we define everything which we touch.
Because we do not.
Even if we did, there is still so much to be admired about the way in which we live. People are amazing; not necessarily admirable, not always, but certainly they are amazing.
I believe in God. I believe in the theory of evolution. Despite the common misconception, the two ideas are not mutually exclusive.
Creationism dictates that an almighty being playing marbles with the stars decided that He wanted to make a thing that ticked, so he sculpted the Earth and sent to it a living, breathing creature.
Evolution dictates that all life on Earth began as a lesser, more basic life form, and that environment, mutation, and adaptation over the course of a few billion years allowed that single life form to create lotsandlots of other life forms.
I see no contradictions between the two theories, and since they both hold up and they both make me feel all warm and fuzzy, I see no reason to discredit either one.
I am anti-abortion, pro-death-penalty, and highly opinionated.
I have a cat. His name is Otis Chester Odysseus Hansen. He is the most awesome cat you will ever meet, and he’s probably my best friend.
I have two mice. Their names are Emile Durkheim “Tick” Hansen and Miles Straum “Skunk” Hansen. They’re very fat mice, and they make a lot of noise. Especially when I’m trying to sleep.
I have two older brothers. Their names are Russell and Jon. I love them both and admire them both, and I’m not sure where I’d be if I didn’t have them.
My dad is my best friend.
I wouldn’t be alive without him.
I’d be lost and alone if he weren’t there for me.
I’m an artist. Most people seem to know that. I’m lucky enough to have that inherent skill (or, at least, to have some skill), and extremely fortunate that my artistic tendencies adapt very easily. That is to say that I am an artist of many medias. I am a sculptor, a painter, a sketch artist, a digital artist, a photographer, and a poet. I think it’s pretty fun.
I don’t really have my own “look”.
Some days I like to wear dress shirts. Some days I like wearing turtlenecks. I like jackets. Sometimes I like hoodies. Occasionally, I can be caught wearing very feminine blouses, and occasionally, I can be caught wearing distinctly masculine pants and t-shirts.
I own a few sweaters, a lot of t-shirts, one or two tank-tops, and one very ugly raincoat. The only things my daily choice of clothing really have in common are the occurrence of earth tones (mostly shades of brown), and the noticeable lack of dresses and skirts.
I like dogs.
But cats and snakes aren’t so bad, either.
I’ve ridden a horse twice.
The second time was better than the first, and I could probably write a complete novel on how the world looked from up there, how it felt and the strange sort of irony that came with feeling right, sitting atop an animal that was never meant to bear a rider.
I’m an anthropology major. That means that, regardless of whether or not I like the human species, I find him endlessly fascinating, and I mean to devote my entire life to learning about him.
Science is my passion in life. Anthropology is my dream. Motherhood is my purpose. I know these facts well and I’m happy to embrace them.
My favorite movie is Jurassic Park. I like most forms of music, especially the well-written kind. I read a lot; both fiction and non-fiction. Some of my favorite authors include Stephen King, Dean Koontz, Kathy Reichs, and Wilson Rawls, but probably not in that order, and there are certainly more to be added. I’m particularly interested in Latin American civilizations, the ancient Egyptians, Easter Island, and ritualistic traditions.
I have a lot of books about cannibalism, because it fascinates me.
I am a pescatarian, which means that the only meats I consume are fish and crustaceans. I have made only one exception to that rule: spiders are fair game, too.
I am sixteen years old, a Junior in high school and a Freshman in college.
And that’s probably more than you ever needed to know about me, but if you feel like there’s somethin’ you want to know and do not, then please feel free to ask. I like to talk, and I like to debate.
"Right now, this moment, is all that matters. Everything that comes after...it all happens because of this. This is a miracle, and that's enough."
-Mya (Shadow Wolves)
