I gave her everything... jewels, beautiful dresses -- with beautiful girls in them.

Spike ,'Sleeper'


Spike's Bitches 42: Which question do you want me to answer first?  

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Deena - Sep 23, 2008 4:46:10 am PDT #6362 of 10001
How are you me? You need to stop that. Only I can be me. ~Kara

Aidan rehearsing things he has heard in school is highly amusing,

It is... although last year I had to explain to the teacher where he learned to whisper "Fuckity fuckity fuckity fuckity fuck!" I did, however, turn "Oh, Jesus!" into "Macaroni and CHEESES!"


sj - Sep 23, 2008 4:47:33 am PDT #6363 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Poor Kara, that sounds painfully familiar. I hope she doesn't let peer pressure influence her darkish fashion style. She's such an amazing girl.


WindSparrow - Sep 23, 2008 4:48:09 am PDT #6364 of 10001
Love is stronger than death and harder than sorrow. Those who practice it are fierce like the light of stars traveling eons to pierce the night.

Trying to figure out if Pirate!Iris is cuter or Airplane!Iris is making my head desplodey.

It's frustrating to me that fashion matters in 2nd grade, and that her sense of style is weird to the other kids.

That is tough. Poor kid.


Aims - Sep 23, 2008 4:50:25 am PDT #6365 of 10001
Shit's all sorts of different now.

While decidedly not great, 2nd grade seems to be the time for kids to start picking out the sartorial differences amonst each other. I think it was around that age that the other girls on the playground started teasing me because I wore dresses every day.

But Kara's a strong minded girl. I predict she'll eventually tell anyone who might tease her to go sit on it, or whatever these kids say these days.


hippocampus - Sep 23, 2008 4:52:40 am PDT #6366 of 10001
not your mom's socks.

although last year I had to explain to the teacher where he learned to whisper "Fuckity fuckity fuckity fuckity fuck!"

this will be us in a few years, I expect.

She's exuberant and often says the wrong thing because she didn't think before opening her mouth, and of course her vocabulary is huge so she confuses all the children (and possibly some adults).

and she is me.


sj - Sep 23, 2008 4:55:51 am PDT #6367 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

In first grade four girls in our class let us all know that if you weren't from the "right" neighborhood, they would have nothing to do with us. T and I were not from the right neighborhood and quickly became best friends.


Steph L. - Sep 23, 2008 5:20:00 am PDT #6368 of 10001
I look more rad than Lutheranism

although last year I had to explain to the teacher where he learned to whisper "Fuckity fuckity fuckity fuckity fuck!"

Ahahahaha!!!!


sj - Sep 23, 2008 5:21:39 am PDT #6369 of 10001
"There are few hours in life more agreeable than the hour dedicated to the ceremony known as afternoon tea."

Happy Birthday, Emmett!!!


SailAweigh - Sep 23, 2008 5:21:45 am PDT #6370 of 10001
Nana korobi, ya oki. (Fall down seven times, stand up eight.) ~Yuzuru Hanyu/Japanese proverb

I'm glad to say I don't remember grade school being that angst-worthy. By 5th grade, yes, but first and second? I really feel for kids today. Clothes-wise, I suspect it's the fact they have so much choice! We didn't. It was dresses or skirts and nothing else. We could wear stretch pants under our dresses on the way to school, but they had to come off in the cloakroom. The one thing they might pick on was if you wore hand-me-downs, if they were obvious. I am sometimes inclined to believe all schools should go with uniforms, it just might cut down on some of the shit these kids have to go through.


brenda m - Sep 23, 2008 5:22:01 am PDT #6371 of 10001
If you're going through hell/keep on going/don't slow down/keep your fear from showing/you might be gone/'fore the devil even knows you're there

While decidedly not great, 2nd grade seems to be the time for kids to start picking out the sartorial differences amonst each other. I think it was around that age that the other girls on the playground started teasing me because I wore dresses every day.

Oh lord.

We moved from NYC when I was in first grade, and a year or two later came back for a visit and I saw my then best friend. Prior to leaving NY we were on a strict, Em-level SKIRTS ONLY regime. By the time I came back of course, I was up to PANTS PANTS PANTS NO SKIRTS NO HOW but to try to be nice or something, I dug a skirt out of my closet and wore it. And she was wearing pants and I was so betrayed and angsty and emo eleventy I can't even believe. Only inside, I didn't pitch a fit or anything, but I totally remember feeling like I'd been totally conned or something.

That may have been my first encounter with "you are not the center of the universe and other people don't go into stasis just because you're not around." Most memorable one, anyway.