“They were all raised by the two same amazing parents, in the same amazing borough (Queens!!), however they are all incredibly unique. These profiles are to give one a glimse into the life of a girl growing up with five great guys.”
my favorite second family, especially because even at 9 Mickey is still the same height, but it’s missing one, Maria (even though she’s not a boy haha) my favorite of them all. She’s gonna be something great someday, maybe sooner than she thinks and she’s braver than I know…I’m gonna miss her while she’s gone for 2 years. Love you best friend.
This is so great! I remember taking that class freshman year and being cocky about already knowing how to code HTML (wow…). And I second everything Krystin said.
“Growing up is never easy. You hold on to things that were. You wonder what’s to come. But that night, I think we knew it was time to let go of what had been, and look ahead of what would be. Other days. New days. Days to come. The thing is, we didn’t have to hate each other for getting older. We just had to forgive ourselves for growing up.”—
“You know what’s wrong with you, Miss Whoever-you-are? You’re chicken, you’ve got no guts. You’re afraid to stick out your chin and say, “Okay, life’s a fact, people do fall in love, people do belong to each other, because that’s the only chance anybody’s got for real happiness.” You call yourself a free spirit, a “wild thing,” and you’re terrified somebody’s gonna stick you in a cage. Well baby, you’re already in that cage. You built it yourself. And it’s not bounded in the west by Tulip, Texas, or in the east by Somali-land. It’s wherever you go. Because no matter where you run, you just end up running into yourself.”—Breakfast at Tiffany’s. (via align) (via leahcreates) (via dilaudid)
"There are many different ways of owning little kids."
-Nio, (in context) talking about the boot camp for Coast Guard he’s running; “kids” referring to the noobs, or newbies, to the Academy. Don’t forget what an E7 is or you’ll be doing wall squats for 15 minutes holding out the book w/ the page turned to the answer using both arms.
Apprently I am the girl who walks into a group interview wearing shorts, a tank top and a bedhead ponytail and walks out w/ a new job. Sick (not in a good way).
In my defense, I didn’t know there was going to be an actual interview. I came in last week, asked if they were hiring, and they told me I could fill out an application Sunday morning at 10. It might have been nice if I was told about the group interview, if only to thwart numerous look-me-up-and-downs from my high-heeled competition.
I was just listening to the sunscreen song on the way to work. Turns out, it was originally a column written by journalist Mary Schmich for the Chicago Tribune in June of ‘97. It is probably one of the wittiest and inspiring articles I have read (and been rocking out to-thanks Baz Luhrmann). It is advice I really try to heed. The italisized line inspired me to think I was crazy enough to even apply for the Peace Corps.
Inside every adult lurks a graduation speaker dying to get out, some world-weary pundit eager to pontificate on life to young people who’d rather be Rollerblading. Most of us, alas, will never be invited to sow our words of wisdom among an audience of caps and gowns, but there’s no reason we can’t entertain ourselves by composing a Guide to Life for Graduates.
I encourage anyone over 26 to try this and thank you for indulging my attempt.
Ladies and gentlemen of the class of ‘97:
If I could offer you only one tip for the future, sunscreen would be it. The long-term benefits of sunscreen have been proved by scientists, whereas the rest of my advice has no basis more reliable than my own meandering experience. I will dispense this advice now.
Enjoy the power and beauty of your youth. Oh, never mind. You will not understand the power and beauty of your youth until they’ve faded. But trust me, in 20 years, you’ll look back at photos of yourself and recall in a way you can’t grasp now how much possibility lay before you and how fabulous you really looked. You are not as fat as you imagine.
Don’t worry about the future. Or worry, but know that worrying is as effective as trying to solve an algebra equation by chewing bubble gum. The real troubles in your life are apt to be things that never crossed your worried mind, the kind that blindside you at 4 p.m. on some idle Tuesday.
Do one thing every day that scares you.
Don’t be reckless with other people’s hearts. Don’t put up with people who are reckless with yours.
Don’t waste your time on jealousy. Sometimes you’re ahead, sometimes you’re behind. The race is long and, in the end, it’s only with yourself.
Remember compliments you receive. Forget the insults. If you succeed in doing this, tell me how.
Keep your old love letters. Throw away your old bank statements.
Don’t feel guilty if you don’t know what you want to do with your life. The most interesting people I know didn’t know at 22 what they wanted to do with their lives. Some of the most interesting 40-year-olds I know still don’t.
Get plenty of calcium. Be kind to your knees. You’ll miss them when they’re gone.
Maybe you’ll marry, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll have children, maybe you won’t. Maybe you’ll divorce at 40, maybe you’ll dance the funky chicken on your 75th wedding anniversary. Whatever you do, don’t congratulate yourself too much, or berate yourself either. Your choices are half chance. So are everybody else’s.
Enjoy your body. Use it every way you can. Don’t be afraid of it or of what other people think of it. It’s the greatest instrument you’ll ever own.
Dance, even if you have nowhere to do it but your living room.
Read the directions, even if you don’t follow them.
Do not read beauty magazines. They will only make you feel ugly.
Get to know your parents. You never know when they’ll be gone for good. Be nice to your siblings. They’re your best link to your past and the people most likely to stick with you in the future.
Understand that friends come and go, but with a precious few you should hold on. Work hard to bridge the gaps in geography and lifestyle, because the older you get, the more you need the people who knew you when you were young.
Live in New York City once, but leave before it makes you hard. Live in Northern California once, but leave before it makes you soft. Travel.
Accept certain inalienable truths: Prices will rise. Politicians will philander. You, too, will get old. And when you do, you’ll fantasize that when you were young, prices were reasonable, politicians were noble and children respected their elders.
Respect your elders.
Don’t expect anyone else to support you. Maybe you have a trust fund. Maybe you’ll have a wealthy spouse. But you never know when either one might run out.
Don’t mess too much with your hair or by the time you’re 40 it will look 85.
Be careful whose advice you buy, but be patient with those who supply it. Advice is a form of nostalgia. Dispensing it is a way of fishing the past from the disposal, wiping it off, painting over the ugly parts and recycling it for more than it’s worth.
But trust me on the sunscreen.
When I was in high school, my friends and I memorized this entire “song.” Reading it again after five or so years, I realized that I remembered all the words verbatim but had forgotten how trusty and valuable the actual advice is. Or maybe I never really knew until now.
Attention all Grantham students and employees: As many of you know, we will be holding a bike auction on campus on Tuesday, July 29, 2008, from 10am until 12 noon at the Larsen Student Union. Bikes will be offered on a silent auction basis, and results will be announced the same day, but later in the afternoon.
STUDENTS ~ if your bike was on campus, in a bike rack but unregistered, and unlocked it is your responsibility to contact the Department of Safety prior to the auction, to avoid the bike from being sold. All unregistered / unlocked bikes will be collected by the end of this week and sold at auction with the proceeds benefitting summer mission programs.
I love that Messiah is selling bikes that are lying around campus. Niiice.