Composer

I bet you’re all wondering. Who is the woman, the myth, the legend, of Amanda? Aside from being overly sarcastic, intimidating, and smart ass, Amanda is as calm and pleasant as a kitten playing on a mid-west farm on a warm summer’s day.

Until you put a pen in her hand (or in this day and age, a lap top…preferable a Power Book) and place paper under her nose. The tiger comes out and woe to the sorry individual who comes between this ravenous cat and her craft.

She was born during a blizzard at the tail end of December in the middle of the 1980s. The blizzard accounts for her dazzling, pale body that she likens to Nicole Kidman except without the smooth texture and cute Aussie nose.

Italian through and through, Amanda inherited the obnoxious tendencies that most Italian women have: a no nonsense, don’t-push-me-around-or-I’ll-have-the-mafia-whack-you attitude. No, she doesn’t have any ties to the mafia now (you should have asked at least fifteen years ago when this nineteen – almost twenty year old – was five). Not only is she loud, but she also has a knack for sleeping, and cooking a mean pop tart. Don’t take her to an Italian restaurant unless you want to see her order at least five dishes and shove them down your throat. She’s proud of her culture, dammit.

Like most of her ancestors, Amanda has a keen love of swearing and there is rarely a day when the ‘F’ word isn’t muttered, or in Amanda’s case, howled to the heavens.

One of her favorite things to do is to refer to herself in the third person, which is why you aren’t getting a first person account of her life. Deal with it.

From her birthplace in Colorado, she joined a traveling band of gypsies (read her crazy ass family) and traveled to Hawaii and lived amongst the Others for a few months. From there it was back to the mainland where her five month old self kicked back with the brothas in Compton (kid you not) before holing up in the brazen hell hole of Phoenix, Arizona where she resided for the majority of her youth.

The new age of the 90s brought along a little midget brother who isn’t a midget anymore (more like 6’2’’ and not even sixteen yet) and school. The bane of her existence, school was something our obnoxious heroine couldn’t stand. So she escaped into the world of books and writing.

And there you have it – the birth of a writer. It’s like watching baby deer walk for the first time, except not.

Attending private schools, catholic schools, and finally public high school, Amanda pretty much went through the motions. Until she was smothered with the acting pillow in high school. Acting was always something in her blood (pretending to be sick to not go visit the convent with her sister teachers at catholic school, bull shitting her parents when her brother got beat up at home – just blame it on the dog…) and she just elaborated in high school.

A self proclaimed drama and choir geek, Amanda honed in on her weirdness and eclectic quirks for her four years at NCHS and she left for California with a finger in the air and a ‘who the fuck cares?’ attitude.

Zoom in on Fall 2006. A sophomore at Pepperdine University, the self proclaimed ‘City on the Hill,’ she’s majoring in Theatre Arts with an emphasis in Acting and is toying around with the thought of a Creative Writing minor. Her adventures continue to flourish as she ventures into Hollywood. You can see her all over your TV screen as a rabid fan at the 2006 MTV Movie Awards (sitting in them bleachers) and hooting and hollering at the October 13th Episode of Jimmy Kimmel Live with special guest Justin Timberlake.

The beginning of 2007 will prove to be another exciting adventure as Amanda plans to travel abroad to London and study for four months. Insanity will ensue, and she assures you all that you’ll hear about it. Busy, yes, but always time to indulge in deluded fantasies dealing with British Royalty and certain football stars? Oh yes, there is always time.

Future ambitions include achieving Natalie Portman status with an emphasis in Christina Aguilera and ridding the world of all paparazzi. She also wants to find the cure for the common cold and wonder why she has to be so in love with the thought of meeting her favorite role models in the entertainment industry. Writing an Oscar winning screenplay, directing, and maybe sleeping are also on her ‘To-Do List.’ But she just wants to survive college first.

She’ll leave the above paragraph to when she can actually get some sleep.