September 22, 2009 - 7:13 p.m.
food journal:
Eliane writes about fasting, breaking fast, field hockey and samosas.
It's making me hungry.
Tonian logs "a bungle of grapes"
aw.
Aidan eats fries and doesn't get enough sleep.
I am learning to shift gears into this new balance. More physical energy required. Less mental flexing. I need more of ME in this, more of the patience I have realized I actually possess and the ability to shift between friend and jailer, confidante, supporter, cheerleader and drill sargeant...
CJ teared up and told me he needs help.
I told him he needs to let people help him and tried to suggest that contributing to the problems himself was a huge obstacle to solving the problems.
Nick thinks he knows everything.
Bronte likes my outfits.
A boy I don't know asked me as I passed between campuses whether he though 'it' was sexy: It being ... a condom stuffed with accorns hanging from the crotch of his jeans.
possible response.
No, not at all.
Sexy, no. Stupid, yes.
Well, it's pretty small.
Those little nuts?
- Apparently earlier he had tried and abandoned the 'blow up the condom like a balloon joke'
response: why does your face smell like a condom?
