I am a 19-year-old girl who tends to like renting movies, buying music, watching television and finding famous people to admire, emulate and live up to. My best friend in high school who now sits five months pregnant in Seattle unemployed and unmarried said to me once that she could be my Paul Schaeffer and I would be her Lettermandy. Then I accidentally spilled coffee on an Allen Ginsberg poem she had just showed me about assholes, and we signed the page to remember the moment. Those kinds of nights capture some of the happiest times in my short, little life thus far, so the words are well worth expending.

My dad is a smart, funny blind man who was shot in Vietnam and loves to watch "Barney Miller" and "Rockford Files" when he's not working on his L.C.S.W. We fight a lot but we admire and love each other more so it's all right. My sister owns a GAP store affiliate and is fresh out of college with a psychology degree. I envy her life often but then have another adrenaline kick from writing something for TGIF [The Daily Northwestern] or working with an intelligent guy like Andrew Friedman and all the unpleasantries seem justified. My mother is the funniest, quietest person I've ever met and is a librarian for confused little kids who have called her in the past "Mrs. Muffin" and "baby." I'd like to write for Spin, Vanity Fair and David Letterman someday. Editing the obit section in a small town of sign painters would be fine, though. As long as I can still rent movies, listen to music, watch television and look for my heroes.