Post by Deleted on Dec 17, 2013 1:21:40 GMT
Thea Eleanor McCoy
full name: Thea Eleanor McCoy
nicknames: None
age: 21
birthday: 11/11/92
education: New York University, Art
occupation: Freelance Artist/Student
sexual orientation: Bi-Sexual
marital status: Single
current city: New York City, New York
hometown: Boston, Massachusetts
5 things that bug me about the opposite sex
- Double standards
- Self-pride
- Endless hunger
- Sexism
- Cleanliness issues
4 things that i love about the opposite sex
- Ruggedness
- Dominant behavior
- Style
- Kisses
3 guilty pleasures
- White wine
- Sex
- Whipped Cream
2 things i draw inspiration from
- Andy Warhol
- Van Gogh
1 person that means the most to me
- Benjamin Keller
where are you spending the holidays?
- Boston to see friends
- New York City for Christmas
- London
- Back to Boston
- New York City for New Year's Eve/Day
your christmas list
- Leather Bound Sketch Books (x2)
- Faber Castell Polychromos Pencils
- Escoda Squirrel Hair Brushes
- Troueve Cascade Leather Jacket
- Doc Martens Pascal Boot
- Cable V-Neck Sweater
what are your new years resolutions?
- Fess up to Ben
- Spend less time on electronics
- Cook more food
parents: Noah McCoy and Daisy McCoy
siblings: Ella McCoy Jameson, 28; Callum McCoy, 26; Oliver McCoy, 18
other: Nicole Jameson, 2, Niece
"Well, let's begin with my parents. They met their freshman year at Boston University. Mom was studying journalism, Dad was a photography major. Mom was a Tri-Delt, whereas Dad became a brother of the Kappa Sigma fraternity. The way mom always told us was that they became friends through their respective Greek groups. They met at a mixer, and things soared from there. They dated all four years of college, and married two years after graduation. Two years later, Ella was born, two years after that, came Callum. Then five years later, I came along. And three years later, Oliver, the baby of the family was born. Mom maintained her journalism degree by becoming the Editor-In-Chief of Boston's local paper. Dad opened up his own photography business and has been doing that ever since. The six of us together make up the famed McCoy family. We're just your typical American family. Ella, Callum, Oliver and I get along fairly well. We all keep up with each other. We text, or call daily. We spend every holiday together. We're just a family...you know?"
you are at the doctor's office and he has just informed you that you have one month left to live. do you tell anyone? are you afraid? how would you spend your remaining days?
Oddly enough, I was diagnosed with a cardiovascular disease not long after I was born. Heart diseases are common in my family. My mother has the same cardiovascular disease that I have, and she too, was diagnosed at birth. We both have a congenital heart disease, which is just a heart defect. It's made some activities nearly impossible, but it is just something I have to deal with on a daily basis. But, besides that. If my doctor were to tell me that I would only live a month more, I would probably be shocked. Scared. Deathly afraid of death. Speechless. At a loss of words. I don't quite know what I would even do, to be completely honest. I would more than likely tell Benjamin first. He is my ultimate best friend. He's been there for me through everything. The breakups, the heartbreaks, the ups, the downs...EVERYTHING. He means the world to me. I honestly don't know what I would even do without him. He's my everything. My rock. My support system. I love him so much. And that is a whole different story in it's own. The second person I would tell would be my parents. And then my siblings. For very obvious reasons. They would deserve to know. To know how much time I have with them, and so we can start planning out the funeral. What they would do with my body...and all those important details. I would probably also tell my sorority girls. I'm in the Omega Phi Beta Sorority. They would need to know. They would deserve to know, actually. And as far as being afraid..yes. I'm so scared of dying. Of death in general. I've seen a lot of death in my life. Some expected, some unexpected. But they've hurt all the same. I don't know how my family would be able to move on from my death though. Spending my remaining days...telling how much BK means to me. Traveling across the world. Spending every last penny. Just spending time with the ones I love...and hoping to God this never actually happens.
KAREN, NEW YORK CITY, N AGDAL