Jersey born and raised, I come equipped with a toxic mouth and feeling of entitlement. I roll deep with Jersey’s finest, and, oh yeah, I love to pretend I’m “mad hood.” My family and friends have made me who I am and I am more grateful than any of them could ever imagine.
I am apart of the ever-aspiring Class of 2009 at the University of Connecticut. Throughout the years, I have had too many reservations about UConn, choosing not to transfer due to the sole fact my family and I own the entire clothing portion of the Co-Op. My friends have changed every scholastic year, deepening my reservations, though never stifling my drive. The wait payed off, for my junior year bore a fantastic group of friends whom I hope with all my heart to keep (and not hate). So far, so good.
My interpersonal relationships make me and break me; they are the most important things in life to me. My best and worst quality is my ubiquitous tendency to over-analyze everything. I am not easily embarrassed. While this may imply that I do not care what others think, on the contrary, I am completely concerned with how my friends perceive me.
And though these people, my friends and the world of strangers, may judge me, and though I may be concerned with their perceptions, I will never change myself for anyone but me.
I think I am a world of fun.
I am a seven-year-old at heart; I will do anything that I consider fun, whether it be shopping or rolling around in the mud or playing kickball.
I am competitive in everything, whether it be games or academics. My biggest competition: myself.
I am compassionate. I care for anyone and everyone before myself. I am praised and criticized for this overbearing quality. I expect it from others, but since entering college in 2005, I have been painfully taught that not everyone is compassionate, but rather most are self-centered assholes. Thanks, Connecticut.
I have medically diagnosed anxiety; however, I am almost positive that you don’t have to have a PhD to tell that I have anxiety.
I used to keep a journal for most of my freshman year of college and spuradically throughout the sophomore and junior year. I volunteered the contents of this journal to friends, offering them more information than they had ever wanted to know…in gruesome detail. And, although it may have been an overflow of Marissa, my friends have often encouraged me to write a book.
I’m thinking magazine/newspaper column, though. Perhaps a collaboration of essays? Maybe a book.
Regardless, I think it goes without saying that I love to write.
My current career goal is to become an advertiser gone world-famous, in the likes of Andy Warol, my famous artistic inspiration.
Is it any coincidence that Andy died in 1987 and I was born in 1987? Is it my fate to become the new millenium’s Andy Warhol? While this is to be determined, I’ll cross my fingers.
I have a fictional inspiration in addition to my famous artistic inspiration: Carrie Bradshaw. Although I would like to be (/have to be or I’ll go crazy) married before I’m 40, I aspire to write about my thoughts and experiences with humor, realism, and romanticism, all of which my future readers, my future fan base, can relate.
My heart is a blend of deep, bright colors and pictures reminiscent of childhood.
My goal in life is to make everyone happy.
It is inevitable: I will be famous.
