Tobias' journal
Jul 20, 2010 1:47:04 GMT -5
Post by Tobias Davidson on Jul 20, 2010 1:47:04 GMT -5
I've barely been here for an hour and already I've already got people on my shit list. I guess that's a good first line for a journal, not that I'd be the one to know. Even before I became out of the ordinary I always found the whole "Dear Diary" thing rather stupid. Treating an inanimate object as an intelligent one just never seemed that logical.
I came ashore on Cape Cod around ten hours ago. First thing they did was buy me some clothes and a cheeseburger, the later of which I guess was to either get on my good side or because they felt sorry for me. If I would have known letting slip about my foster dad's after drink tendencies would lead to my first cheeseburger in years then I wouldn't have been so reserved. Still not going to talk about Myanmar though. I don't think that would get me anything less then some serious therapy that I don't need.
They handed me this note pad when I got here to keep as a journal so I guess that a lot of the kids that go here are doing it. I don't know weather to call that a fad or a coping skill for real life, but all I know is that I'm going to have to find a safe place to put this in case some of the kids here are a little squeamish. By how long it's taking one of my room mates to get out of the fucking bathroom I'm pretty sure I already have germaphobes to deal with. I don't understand how somebody can take up the bathroom for over forty minutes. Maybe he drowned? I sure hope they don't expect me to know CPR.
From what I've been told I don't have much to worry about the other kids. One sleeps a lot and doesn't really cause much trouble outside of the shit that goes along with randomly falling asleep. The other one supposedly likes to cause people to have nightmares. Since I already have those I don't think there's going to be much of a problem between the two of us either. Not unless I can pick out the difference of the nightmares anyway.
I think it just hit the fifty minute mark. I'm going to give this kid ten more minutes and then that door is going to get kicked open.
I came ashore on Cape Cod around ten hours ago. First thing they did was buy me some clothes and a cheeseburger, the later of which I guess was to either get on my good side or because they felt sorry for me. If I would have known letting slip about my foster dad's after drink tendencies would lead to my first cheeseburger in years then I wouldn't have been so reserved. Still not going to talk about Myanmar though. I don't think that would get me anything less then some serious therapy that I don't need.
They handed me this note pad when I got here to keep as a journal so I guess that a lot of the kids that go here are doing it. I don't know weather to call that a fad or a coping skill for real life, but all I know is that I'm going to have to find a safe place to put this in case some of the kids here are a little squeamish. By how long it's taking one of my room mates to get out of the fucking bathroom I'm pretty sure I already have germaphobes to deal with. I don't understand how somebody can take up the bathroom for over forty minutes. Maybe he drowned? I sure hope they don't expect me to know CPR.
From what I've been told I don't have much to worry about the other kids. One sleeps a lot and doesn't really cause much trouble outside of the shit that goes along with randomly falling asleep. The other one supposedly likes to cause people to have nightmares. Since I already have those I don't think there's going to be much of a problem between the two of us either. Not unless I can pick out the difference of the nightmares anyway.
I think it just hit the fifty minute mark. I'm going to give this kid ten more minutes and then that door is going to get kicked open.
