learn yourself until you know
i love polka dots and linen clothes.
mmmm.
i love ordering things online and then getting to open them.
i feel so lame when i accidentally sleep through class.
i've been thinking about my childhood a lot lately. i babysit 2 girls every day- one is 10 in 5th grade, the other 13 and in 7th.
they are so... spiteful so much of the time. the younger one, clio, often acts like zoe's mother, doubting her lack of homework, yelling at her when she isn't practicing her instrument and should be...
it's weird.
zoe seems to get a great deal of joy attacking clio's self-esteem, which kills me. i tried once to tell her the effect that kind of meanness could have on her little sister, but i'm fairly sure it had no effect.
some things kids just say and do. but if you are around them enough, you can start to see the repercussions of ignorance.
i wonder if i was a comparable snot when i was little. i know shan and i had our shit... but i wonder what it would look like to see us back then.
i wonder how much of my personality was shaped by our childhood relationship.
remember this?
you never knew how all those days
of jump ropes, jacks, and backyard plays
i loved your funny, special ways
sister
and all those nights we fell asleep
on promises we'd never keep
and secrets dark, and very deep
sister
and through it all you've been my friend
with love that seems to have no end
my dearest gift from god was when
he made us
sisters
it keeps going, but that's all i can remember. (i remembered and came back and added. ;p )
i memorized this for you before you even went to italy, i think. maybe even before college.
weird, huh?
i'd like to have something philosophical and meaningful to say.
i suppose i do.
but i'm tired, hungry, and i can't bring myself to complain.
there are so many good and bad things.
i'm falling apart in a lot of ways.
but i'm happy.
that's what matters most to me right now.
we're singing a song in choir about starving angels (children).
it's so sad and so beautiful.
it was written by a preacher in a town about 20 minutes away from caseyville, IL, where we used to live.
i thought that was interesting.
i wish my teen open diary were still alive. just so i could look at it.
i bet it would be really weird.
i had a dream that my old angsty poetry was used at lyrics for a band that became hugely popular. it was pretty damn cool.
(:
mmmm.
i love ordering things online and then getting to open them.
i feel so lame when i accidentally sleep through class.
i've been thinking about my childhood a lot lately. i babysit 2 girls every day- one is 10 in 5th grade, the other 13 and in 7th.
they are so... spiteful so much of the time. the younger one, clio, often acts like zoe's mother, doubting her lack of homework, yelling at her when she isn't practicing her instrument and should be...
it's weird.
zoe seems to get a great deal of joy attacking clio's self-esteem, which kills me. i tried once to tell her the effect that kind of meanness could have on her little sister, but i'm fairly sure it had no effect.
some things kids just say and do. but if you are around them enough, you can start to see the repercussions of ignorance.
i wonder if i was a comparable snot when i was little. i know shan and i had our shit... but i wonder what it would look like to see us back then.
i wonder how much of my personality was shaped by our childhood relationship.
remember this?
you never knew how all those days
of jump ropes, jacks, and backyard plays
i loved your funny, special ways
sister
and all those nights we fell asleep
on promises we'd never keep
and secrets dark, and very deep
sister
and through it all you've been my friend
with love that seems to have no end
my dearest gift from god was when
he made us
sisters
it keeps going, but that's all i can remember. (i remembered and came back and added. ;p )
i memorized this for you before you even went to italy, i think. maybe even before college.
weird, huh?
i'd like to have something philosophical and meaningful to say.
i suppose i do.
but i'm tired, hungry, and i can't bring myself to complain.
there are so many good and bad things.
i'm falling apart in a lot of ways.
but i'm happy.
that's what matters most to me right now.
we're singing a song in choir about starving angels (children).
it's so sad and so beautiful.
it was written by a preacher in a town about 20 minutes away from caseyville, IL, where we used to live.
i thought that was interesting.
i wish my teen open diary were still alive. just so i could look at it.
i bet it would be really weird.
i had a dream that my old angsty poetry was used at lyrics for a band that became hugely popular. it was pretty damn cool.
(: