New York: Day 9

I'm starting to lose track of my days.

I'm so proud of my Sweetness. I always feel this need to coddle her because of how fragile she tends to be, but these past few days she has grown tremendously. And even though she doesn't see it, I do. I can tell that her ways of thinking are beginning to change. This trip may benefit her more than it benefits me. She is discovering how independent she really is. She's figuring out how much she does, and how to deal with it. Of course, her solutions may not come to her quickly, but they will. She'll figure it out. I couldn't be happier for her.

In other news, I took out my hair today. It was in braids for those of you that don't know. I got so annoyed because my aunts kept telling me "You're gonna cut your hair!" cause I cut the ends of the braids. They're extensions. Like, ten inches of that hair isn't mine. @_@ I've taken them out a million times, I think I know how. Then they were commenting on the technique Sweetness used. I promptly told them that I think Sweetness did a wonderful job, despite it being her first time, and that she did it to the best of her ability which is enough.

That shut them up for the most part.

After that, I got in the shower, washed my hair and let it air dry. Which was also weird to them. They kept asking why I wasn't going to blow dry it. Seriously, it took all my submissive instinct not to look at them like they went full retard. (Never go full retard!)Do you know how hot it is in here? Do you know how hot blow drying makes you? There's no way in hell I'm gonna blow dry my hair in this hot ass apartment when I can just sit in front of the weak AC and dry it. Honestly! People from New York.

I was also schooled in how to make Ramen! ....this was an interesting experience. They "boil" their ramen in a pan. Yup, a pan. They add just enough water to reach the middle of the noodle block and they let it simmer and flip it over. Then, when it's almost done they add cheese, and the salt packet. This creates "gravy" which they dump into a bowl and consume. Also, a tidbit you should know, they put their sliced cheese in the freezer. Interesting, right?

After that lovely lesson, my school day ended. My cousin proceeded to continue to try and fish for answers about my religious views (not giving those up) and learn more about my personal life. Usually, I don't mind. But the...I hate to say that they're close-minded, but its the only word I can think of. Anyway, the close-mindedness of this house concerns me. If I tell her, I might have to endure a long lecture of why my views are "wrong" and I also don't want to "impose" my ideals and beliefs on a child. Granted, she is eleven. But they shelter her too much. All of these children are sheltered. None of them read, they all find school very boring (which I did too, but I didn't lose interest in elementary school!) and they know very little about the outside world. God forbid any of these children get exposed to actual sex.

Speaking of, watching Law & Order SVU is not a good thing to do with your sheltered child if you aren't going to explain to the child what is happening or what certain words mean because YOU are embarrassed. If you are too sensitive to speak about what is happening, then you shouldn't watch it with your curious child around. Sorry if my opinion is offensive, but this is my free internet space to do with what I wish. And I wish to speak my thoughts. I mean, really? You can't enlighten your child about what "semen" is? Or "labia"? Technical, non-vulgar terms for parts of their anatomy! Parts of their bodies that are theirs to claim and embrace for part of who they are!

I'm sorry. I'm on a rant. And I am aware that not everyone feels the same way I do about educating our youth, but I want you to know that it is extremely difficult for me to hold my tongue.

On another note, I started reading Acheron again for the, what is this? The third time? I don't think I'll ever truly lose interest in this book. It's just wonderful, despite all of the bad reviews about it from so called "loyal" readers. I firmly believe that anyone who takes the time and effort to write a novel should be acknowledged for their hard work. Even if it isn't "good" writing, its still someone's imagination being let off into the world. That's a scary thing. And I am proud of the people that do it.

I'm done for tonight. I don't want to rant anymore. I have to try and finish my third version of my Sexy Short. Haha.Good-night, dears.

TWMA,

Sacred Secret

P.S: My cousin only knows one line from one Linkin Park song, and she sings it over and over and over and over and over and over and....you get the point. ;)