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| summeri graduated.
i'm working at a camp in the catskills (NY) for the summer.
i'm at drew right now. i have to leave soon. don't really want to.
afraid of what comes next.
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| hahaha.
hello.
i never post in this damn thing.
i still exist.
i'm happy.
the end.
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| parenting suggestions:
1. be consistent. consistency leads to trust and respect.
2. respect your children, trust them
3. don't lie to your children, don't hide things from them, it just leads to no good.
4. don't fucking disrespect your significant other to your children. it just makes them think less of both of you.
and more specifically:
don't tell a teenage girl that she's gaining weight/getting fat/needs
to exercise. if she really is/does, offer to do something active
with her, or change the way the whole family approaches meals.
especially if your child shows anoretic patterns. these will
appear long before they become dangerous. it's best to stop them
early.
it really is ok to be a friend to your child. to show them
consistently that you can be a friend and trustworthy confidant.
it will give them someone to turn to and you some peace of mind,
knowing they will turn to you.
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these are things i've learned from my experience as a child. my
anger with one of my parental units recently flared again, leading me
to wish that i could just talk to them bluntly and say what's on my
mind. but seeing as there is no precedent for that in this
household, i can't. don't know how, wouldn't know where to begin.
perhaps
this list of warnings should be followed by a heartbreaking story of
poor parenting and the phrase "Don't let this happen do you!!"
the end
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| well, i never update this thing. but, i think in honor of a new subscription to my little xanga, and of the fact that i'm no longer at school and am less distracted by life, i think i shall.
reminder, once again, if you're really looking for something of substance by me, you'll have to check out my livejournal. that's where it all goes down.
but for now, we'll just say a few things. well, i'll just say a few things. i'm not really one to talk in the royal we. i swear.
i'm done with junior year, like i said. currently at my aunt and uncle's house in emmaus, pa, soon to be home in st. louis. we'll say.. i'll be home the 25th. probably before the evening, but don't hold me to that.
i store stuff here, as it is impossible to make the trek all the way home with all of my stuff in my car. this means i either need less stuff or a bigger car. probably the former. and it's funny, i never really feel like i have that much stuff until i actually start packing. and even then, i look and realize i actually do use everything. i get rid of stuff that i don't need or use every time i pack or unpack, but it doesn't really seem to be enough. probably because i get new stuff all the time. like the 3 lamps i bought this semester because my room was too dark.
just now, as i was unloading my car, hit myself in the face with the bike rack on my car. the bike rack hit my glasses, and my glasses knocked into my nose. i have a cut on the bridge of my nose and a potential bruise. let's hope the potential bruise doesn't become a real bruise. that would be sad. if it does, i might post a picture of it in my livejournal. now you really wish you were livejournal friends with me, don't you?
ok, i'm going to go do something very lazy or very productive in celebration of the end of school. | | |
| i've caught the "drew flu" and i'm spreading it as fast as i can. (not really)
tomorrow i have to go to harlem with my urban sociology class, but i
haven't read the book, and the thought of being on a bus for an hour
and a half each way, not to mention the 2 hour walking tour, exhausts
me. i haven't been out of my room for more than a couple hours
since i got sick on tuesday. it is now 3 am friday.
tomorrow is going to be a long day.
i didn't bother calling my parents to tell them i was sick. what
are they going to do? worry? no thanks. i can take
care of myself. with a little help from my friends.
i just took an expired nyquil, administered by britt. i wonder,
should i be worried? i decided i was desperate, not to mention
terribly grumpy, and accepted it. she took one not too long ago
and has lived to tell the tale, so perhaps i will too.
in a few hours, the sun will be coming up. i plan to sleep through it.
it struck me recently that people think about me, and even talk about me, when i'm not around.
for most of my life, i've believed that i just ceased to exist in most
people's minds when i left their environment, but i'm starting to think
that that's not entirely true.
it's a ponderable thought.
and now, to nyquil land
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