Ack. Just got off the phone with my mother. All signs point to the fact that my 17-year-old niece (the one I was worried about being depressed a while ago) is on drugs. She refused to get a blood test her doctor prescribed (she's also on ADs), weighs about 5 pounds, told her mom the $40 she was given to pay for the blood test "blew away," has almost quit going to school, and is spending a lot of time alone. Now, this being said, she is still getting straight As in AP classes and hasn't missed any work at her job. My mom is terribly worried, but the Niece is seeing a therapist, my Bro has spoken to the therapist about drugs, and I don't know what else anyone can do.
'Bushwhacked'
Spike's Bitches 22: You've got Angel breath
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risque (and frisque), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Yeah! that's the museum! I loved it. Was enthralled with it. I liked it even better than the British Museum which I also loved because it was more intimate and people oriented.
I don't really believe in spirits or ghosts either (though I don't deny the experiences or beliefs of anyone who does) but it's hard not to think of the people who must've been having the same kind of mundane thoughts and feelings when this artifact or whatever wasn't an artifact.
I thought about Harold and Kumar but it seems like the kind of movie that it's better to watched when you're actually stoned, you know? And I was in an action-movie mode last night.
Actually, I don't get stoned (I seem to have a psychological block against drugs, so if I'm supposed to just relax, I turn into OCD girl), and usually don't think stoner humor is anything but smirk worthy, but I laughed like a loon at K&H- particularly the Marijuana Kills!!! Fake-PSA
The British Museum is amazing.
Ack, Robin. I don't know what to say besides I hope things turn out okay.
I laughed like a loon at K&H
At the raccoon and the cheetah and the Maria Quesa Dilla and the Katie Holmes' boobs and...
The discussion here also reminds me of:
Lucy is jumping rope when Linus asks:Linus: Do you ever pray?
Lucy: That's kind of a personal question, isn't it? Are you trying to start an argument? I suppose you think you're somebody pretty smart, don't you? I suppose you think. . .
Linus with his blanket, talking to Charlie Brown.
Linus: You're right . . . religion is a very touchy subject."
Just reading Anne's painting posts makes me want to lie down.
I'm about ready to collapse. I think I'm going to run out and pick up the drywall patches, pick up something yummy for dinner, then come home and call it a day.
I hope your niece is okay, Robin. Not being able to do anything in situations like this is especially frustrating.
{{{Robin's niece}}} I hope you find the right words to say to the right people.
There are places where you feel like all the things that happened there should have left some sort of psychic imprint--places like the Tower of London or concentration camps. I felt kind of a shudder at Dachau, but it's hard to know whether that was just because of what I knew. I felt a somewhat different shudder at the sign that said "Dachau McDonald's." I suppose you couldn't ask them to change the name of the town.