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things about me - birdie • i'm nineteen, born on august 24 in chicago, illinois • i'm left handed • my favourite kind of weather is the humid kind. where you become so lethargic all you can do is lift cocktails to your lips and watch beads of sweat drip drown the creases of your body • i've never had a bloody nose • i learned how to cook when i was seven, i haven't stopped since • i attended nyu for three semesters, i recently dropped out to pursue a career in ballet - no one knows • i wear a lot of blacks and neutrals, though pinks and pastels suit me best • i have a scar on my right bum cheek, from rolling down a hill and tearing myself on a rock • i have two brothers • i cry too much • i find dating idiotic and fascinating • i have a horrible singing voice • i'm a disorganized person • i once overheard my parents talking about me and they said i was, "silly, misguided, and lived in a fairy tale." ....................................................... ....................................................... "i met birdie last year when she became my little in our sorority. her reasoning for joining us was typical - she was struggling with making the adjustment from home life to college life. birdie is enthusiastic, funny, witty, knows how to dress, her instagram is lit and she also hits it off with the guys. she was the perfect mix for us. in her first semester birdie was on top of it. it wasn't until the middle of last winter that she became inconsistent. eventually she did leave us, apologizing profusely and saying it became too difficult to juggle the sorority and her school work. i hardly see her around anymore." - jenna charles ....................................................... "Sammy, why do birds fly?" "Where are they going?" "Why are they leaving?" "Are they going to come back?" "Do they take breaks? Where?" "What if... the bird is afraid? Afraid of heights?" "What if it gets homesick?" "Do you wish you could fly too?" i've always thought it was a bit strange, how sam and i spent the least amount of time in that household together and managed to escape being the closest. i love my mom, she's generous and beautiful. my dad too, he's probably the most intelligent person i know. and my other brother, thomas, he inhabits both my parent's qualities. but sammy, he's the black sheep. i can remember my parents fighting about what to do with him, and being so confused, because i never saw a single flaw. what they interpreted as disobedient, i saw wild and adventurous. when called him unsocial, i saw him as wise beyond his years. he must think i'm so annoying but have accepted it as who i am. maybe he thinks dealing with me - his idiotic and chatty sister - will win him a ticket to heaven in the long run. sometimes i can tell he's bothered, which is when i'll either turn up or turn down my volume. lately it's been down. he's patient and i mean so incredibly patient. he's babysat me through ages six and nineteen, taught me how to ride a bike, taught me how to whistle, let me thieve half his book collection when he moved out, he helped me when i moved to new york. like i said, i love my dad. but in many ways, sam was more of a father figure than he ever was. ....................................................... resolutions • to become more vulnerable • to improve my character by becoming a stronger person • to document good memories through writing and photographs • to listen more and talk less • obtain my driver's license • improve my dance

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