Wednesday, September 24, 2008

So sacrifice yourself, and let me have what's left. I know that I can find the fire in your eyes. I'm going all the way. Get away (please).

You guys?

I'm happy.

It has been so long since I've had an entire day during which I was happy for the entire day. Things didn't bother me, no one pissed me off, and I'm just generally happy to be alive. It's a wonderful, wonderful thing, and I wish that every day could be like this one.

I started out with an interview this morning. The girl I was interviewing had her wish granted from the Make-A-Wish Foundation. She has Ehlers-Danlos Syndrome which, without getting too technical (since I barely understand it myself) is a disorder that is genetic and causes easy bruising, joint "hypermobility" (meaning the joints are loose), skin that stretches easily and weakness of tissues. It also causes abnormalities in the proteins that help regulate the distribution of collagen in the tissues of the body.

It's all incredibly complicated sounding to me, and I feel like I'm not describing it very well, but I guess you can google or wikipedia it if you want to know the nitty gritty details.

Anyway, her wish was to live the life of a Cover Girl Model, so she was flown to New York, got to all this shopping, had a photo shoot, got makeup and stuff given to her, and has since been contacted to model for other things.

She was a very cool girl. She's probably the second coolest 16-year-old I've ever met. (The first, of course, being my sister.) She was a breeze to interview. She had a lot to say, which is so much better than the people that I interview who just kind of stare at me like I have two heads. She also told me that I was "upbeat and positive," so it was more "fun" to interview with me.

See, that's where having younger people doing the job I do comes in handy. Because I can relate to people like her, since I'm only 7 years older than she is, as opposed to the. . .37 or so years probably between her and Vi, the 18 or so years between her and Kim or even the 14 years between her and Beth.

(I started this entry yesterday (Wednesday) and my Thursday was, toward the end, craptastic, so I'm going to go ahead and end the entry here.)

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