Inspired
Meredith, you wanted to "inspire your friends" in your last entry...well you've inspired me to create a similar entry about myself. I'm feeling honest, haha.
Let's begin. I was born in Manhattan, the most wonderful city in the world, to a Jewish mother and Roman Catholic father. Well, he's not really my father because he was sterile and my mom concieved through artificial insemination. All I know about my biological father is that he was a doctor, has blond hair and blue eyes, and had two healthy daughters at the time. Sometimes I think it's weird that I don't have anything about half of my DNA and sometimes I wish my father by marriage was in my life, but most of the time, I'm more thankful to have had such a wonderful mother who gave me the best childhood a kid could ask for.
I moved from New York to Florida when I was four years old, as did my ENTIRE family. My mom and I moved to Boca Raton from Coral Springs when I was five and I had one uncle in Boynton Beach, one in Coral Springs and my Grandparents literally right across the street. I've grown up being very close to my family and although they are all quirky, I love them.
I'm an only child which most definitely makes me stubborn and just a little bit spoiled. I was never good at sharing as a kid and I still have problems with it today. I'm very bossy and I like to get my way, but I think in college I've been trying to parlay those negativities into positives by being assertive in a nicer way.
I have big self-esteem issues. I used to be very confident as a child and I once told my hairdresser that even though my long hair was babyish I would never cut it because if boys didn't like me for me, I didn't want them anyway. Somewhere in those awkward years I lost my confidence. I don't know where it's gone but I'd like it back.
My favorite thing about myself is my intelligence, and maybe I brag about it a bit, but since I'm not confident about much else, I have to prove myself somehow. I know I'm smart, I've always been smart, and sometimes I get a little frustrated when people don't understand things that I find easy. I'm learning to be more tolerant, especially now that I am DZ's Academics chair.
I recently had a nose job, but I did it for the right reasons. When I was in sixth grade I ran into a steel bar and broke my nose, causing a bump to form on the bridge. I've also always had breathing problems. The doctor straightened my septum, repaired collapsible nasal passages, reduced my turbines and changed the shape while he was in there, just a little. I am happy with the results and am still in the process of waiting to see how the final shape looks once the swelling goes down.
My lifelong passion lies in the theater. When I was a senior in high school I was Peggy in 42nd Street and that period of my life was the happiest to date. I have never felt more utter joy, acceptance, love and hope than I did while I was preparing for that show. If I could do anything with my life, I would pursue theater and be on cloud 9 if I were cast in a Broadway show. The problem is that growing up with a single, teacher mother has made me scared of financial distress (terrified actually) and so I am trying to convince myself I am passionate about something that makes more money. It's working slowly.
Aynsley is my very best friend ever and I hope that we are always friends. I feel in my heart that she is my female soulmate and she is like a sister to me. I know her inside out and can tell what she is thinking without words. I miss her terribly now that she's in Gainesville this summer and should call her more often than I do. That's another thing. I have phone anxiety. I hate making phone calls, although I like receiving them, and I get nervous when I have to call people I don't know. This somehow might be another reason why I decided journalism is not my thing.
I will never, ever be content being a housewife. I want to have an exciting, thrilling and constantly changing career in a big, bustling city where there is so much to do that I could live there forever and still have more to discover. I want to marry a gorgeous, intelligent, rich, sincere and kind man and I won't settle for anyone that doesn't meet my standards. I still believe that one day I will meet the man of my dreams, and although he may not be perfect to everyone, he will be perfect to me.
I have no idea what path my life is taking and where I am headed. I have always been a planner, but I am trying to take a step back and relax and let things happen a little bit. So far I am enjoying my summer, spending time with my three best friends from high school (Tausha, Christine, Lauren), and finally stopping to smell the roses.
That's all for now. Thanks again, Mer, for the inspiration. I love you little.
Let's begin. I was born in Manhattan, the most wonderful city in the world, to a Jewish mother and Roman Catholic father. Well, he's not really my father because he was sterile and my mom concieved through artificial insemination. All I know about my biological father is that he was a doctor, has blond hair and blue eyes, and had two healthy daughters at the time. Sometimes I think it's weird that I don't have anything about half of my DNA and sometimes I wish my father by marriage was in my life, but most of the time, I'm more thankful to have had such a wonderful mother who gave me the best childhood a kid could ask for.
I moved from New York to Florida when I was four years old, as did my ENTIRE family. My mom and I moved to Boca Raton from Coral Springs when I was five and I had one uncle in Boynton Beach, one in Coral Springs and my Grandparents literally right across the street. I've grown up being very close to my family and although they are all quirky, I love them.
I'm an only child which most definitely makes me stubborn and just a little bit spoiled. I was never good at sharing as a kid and I still have problems with it today. I'm very bossy and I like to get my way, but I think in college I've been trying to parlay those negativities into positives by being assertive in a nicer way.
I have big self-esteem issues. I used to be very confident as a child and I once told my hairdresser that even though my long hair was babyish I would never cut it because if boys didn't like me for me, I didn't want them anyway. Somewhere in those awkward years I lost my confidence. I don't know where it's gone but I'd like it back.
My favorite thing about myself is my intelligence, and maybe I brag about it a bit, but since I'm not confident about much else, I have to prove myself somehow. I know I'm smart, I've always been smart, and sometimes I get a little frustrated when people don't understand things that I find easy. I'm learning to be more tolerant, especially now that I am DZ's Academics chair.
I recently had a nose job, but I did it for the right reasons. When I was in sixth grade I ran into a steel bar and broke my nose, causing a bump to form on the bridge. I've also always had breathing problems. The doctor straightened my septum, repaired collapsible nasal passages, reduced my turbines and changed the shape while he was in there, just a little. I am happy with the results and am still in the process of waiting to see how the final shape looks once the swelling goes down.
My lifelong passion lies in the theater. When I was a senior in high school I was Peggy in 42nd Street and that period of my life was the happiest to date. I have never felt more utter joy, acceptance, love and hope than I did while I was preparing for that show. If I could do anything with my life, I would pursue theater and be on cloud 9 if I were cast in a Broadway show. The problem is that growing up with a single, teacher mother has made me scared of financial distress (terrified actually) and so I am trying to convince myself I am passionate about something that makes more money. It's working slowly.
Aynsley is my very best friend ever and I hope that we are always friends. I feel in my heart that she is my female soulmate and she is like a sister to me. I know her inside out and can tell what she is thinking without words. I miss her terribly now that she's in Gainesville this summer and should call her more often than I do. That's another thing. I have phone anxiety. I hate making phone calls, although I like receiving them, and I get nervous when I have to call people I don't know. This somehow might be another reason why I decided journalism is not my thing.
I will never, ever be content being a housewife. I want to have an exciting, thrilling and constantly changing career in a big, bustling city where there is so much to do that I could live there forever and still have more to discover. I want to marry a gorgeous, intelligent, rich, sincere and kind man and I won't settle for anyone that doesn't meet my standards. I still believe that one day I will meet the man of my dreams, and although he may not be perfect to everyone, he will be perfect to me.
I have no idea what path my life is taking and where I am headed. I have always been a planner, but I am trying to take a step back and relax and let things happen a little bit. So far I am enjoying my summer, spending time with my three best friends from high school (Tausha, Christine, Lauren), and finally stopping to smell the roses.
That's all for now. Thanks again, Mer, for the inspiration. I love you little.