age: 23 (May 25, 1985)
MEMBER SINCE: June 2008
occupation: Workaholic, meaning I have two jobs: I am a copy editor (where apparently part of my job description has become filling out my SG profile) and an SAT prep course teacher, a job that makes me very, very happy.
body mods: None! Not even ear piercings.
i lost my virginity: Why yes...I did.
makes me happy: SpaghettiOs (with meatballs, not without), when my students get excited about learning, letters (particularly from ASW and MT), serendipitous friendships...
into: Copied from my facebook, but I don't see why they should be different: English, NPR, Japan, Socialism, Poetry, James McAvoy, Amandaism, Journaling, Writing, Mortal Kombat, Lord of the Rings Pinball, M-Theory, The Kensington Grill, Potato tacos from JV's, Regina Spektor bathtime, Teaching/inspiring (hopefully) high school students, my completely dysfunctional family, watching the fireworks from my new bedroom window, and all that is Chicago
I went to the swap meet again this weekend, though not for too long and not with a lot of enthusiasm. I had to, however, to pick up my cousin's 16th birthday present for her mother (my aunt). She wasn't sure what to get her, and I suggested professional makeup brushes.
My cousin isn't like me really. She's a cheerleader who fails her classes, she's quiet, promiscuous, and popular. She loves brand names and fashion and bad hip hop, and would spend all day fucking around on MySpace if she wasn't restricted against having a profile by a court order (long story, which involves a wrench and juvenile hall). But I love her. We are very close, despite the differences.
She's very sensitive. I can't tell you how many times I've spit a snarky comment about her 4 inch long shorts, her delusional pursuits of high school boys, or her all-consuming adolescent self-involvement, and she'll just bust out in tears. Big, unabashed, mascara-smearing tears. Sometimes I'm really out of line, and I surprise myself with my lack of compassion. But I'm sensitive too; mouthing off is just the way I deal with it day to day. And usually, most people (at least older people) are just too proud to cry and show me just how much pain I can cause.
My cousin told me once that whenever she got upset, whenever her abusive father was raging, she would just go to her room, close the door, and put on her makeup. The action is so quintessentially her. She literally puts on a happy face to show the world. Her crying, her makeup, they are all signs of her instinct towards retreat. She hates conflict. For the most part, she deals with things on the inside. When she doesn't, it is animal...























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