I don't think I'll ever have kids. I'd be perfectly content being the fun aunt who all of my friends' kids look forward to seeing and not having to deal with the tough parenting stuff at the end of the day. I just don't think I could rein in my stubborn perfectionist control-freak tendencies enough to be a good mother.
"There was this one time an alarm went off - it was in the middle of '24.' That's just wrong. Everyone knows everyone was watching '24' at that time."
--NYU student quoted in the Washington Square News about students ignoring the frequent fire alarms in dorms
Speaking of children, yesterday while I was studying, I read that young boys who like to play things that are typically seen as being for girls, like house, will usually be rejected at play both by boys *and* girls as not fitting into the kids' perceptions. That's so sad!
Em, it depends on their age. If a 3 year old boy is playing with a doll, no one is going to care, because they haven't yet learned gender identity/gender bias. If a 7 year old boy is playing with a doll, it's different.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how
My mom used to paint my sister and my nails all the time when we were little and my brother always wanted his painted too because he felt left out, so my mom would paint his thumbnails.
Like a firework unexploded
Wanting life but never
knowing how
Atrias, your signature is probably my all-time favorite poem. I'm not really a poetry fan, but I've loved that poem from the moment I first read it in sixth grade.
Elphie, I love Anne of Green Gables as well. It feeds the hopeless romantic deep inside me.
I'm not good with studying AP Bio. I keep getting distracted.
Yeah, I should be studying for my Accounting final, but I just can't tear myself away from the nauseatingly bad baseball game on my TV.
"There was this one time an alarm went off - it was in the middle of '24.' That's just wrong. Everyone knows everyone was watching '24' at that time."
--NYU student quoted in the Washington Square News about students ignoring the frequent fire alarms in dorms
Yesterday, after I took a shower, I got rid of the refill on my razor because it was empty. Today, while I was in the middle of my shower, I realized I forgot to put in a replacement, so I had to get my bathrobe and go dripping wet back to my room to get one, then get back in the shower.
They are mysterious creatures, those limbo posts. I think they do eventually appear on both. I dunno. They're more amusing than they should be, though.