Friend-locked journal
My parents have asked me at least five times each what the url to my online journals are, and since I having absolutely nothing to hide >:), I give it to them. Of course, I know that they never go online to read it, so it doesn't really matter either way. At least, that's what I thought.
-_- My mom just informed me she went onto my LJ a few days ago and promptly told me she didn't like it. At first, I thought of--oh I don't know, the swearing perhaps? Or the several unhappy times I've mentioned her? But then, she clarifies. "It's too dangerous," she tells me. "You have too too much information on it." That's probably true. I have at least enough information for people at school to hunt me down. :/ That would explain the friend-locking.
My mom is quite possibly the most amazing Asian mom to ever immigrate to America. ^___^ After our chat about my grades, she noticed my weepy moping and left me a note on my desk (on gorgeous stationery), assuring me that she wasn't upset with me for scraping C's, that she understood how hard I'd worked this year and that the workload just couldn't be helped. She reminded me that high school grades didn't determine the rest of my life and that the important thing was cultivating a good study habit. She encouraged me to get to know my teachers more outside of class.
I have no idea where I get off deserving such an awesome mother.
-_- My mom just informed me she went onto my LJ a few days ago and promptly told me she didn't like it. At first, I thought of--oh I don't know, the swearing perhaps? Or the several unhappy times I've mentioned her? But then, she clarifies. "It's too dangerous," she tells me. "You have too too much information on it." That's probably true. I have at least enough information for people at school to hunt me down. :/ That would explain the friend-locking.
My mom is quite possibly the most amazing Asian mom to ever immigrate to America. ^___^ After our chat about my grades, she noticed my weepy moping and left me a note on my desk (on gorgeous stationery), assuring me that she wasn't upset with me for scraping C's, that she understood how hard I'd worked this year and that the workload just couldn't be helped. She reminded me that high school grades didn't determine the rest of my life and that the important thing was cultivating a good study habit. She encouraged me to get to know my teachers more outside of class.
I have no idea where I get off deserving such an awesome mother.