Asking for personal info anywhere except with people one knows really really well is a bad idea. I do not give it out, and a friend of mine mentioned that we lived near each other on line once, and then posted where she lived, and I screamed at her for an hour.
I didn't really have to answer much to my parents even when I was in high school, because I kept good grades for my own sake and because I'm very bookish. I'm also introverted, so I didn't party. At all. I hosted one movie party at my house and went to a speech and debate party (wild wild fun, as you can imagine, we played charades) a party with about ten friends at a local restaurant (unchaperoned, oohlala!) and I went to homecoming once, and I supplied the drugs, Ibphophen that is. The music was so loud that I ended up passing them around like candy for headaches. Wild swinging high school days. I did stage a break out of the school's athletic rally once though...
My parents spent a lot of time pushing me out of the house trying to get me to socialize. A little bit of teen trouble would have been good in their eyes, because then I'd at least be talking to people.
I am extremely sickly, and because of this, I've usually had a bit more license than most, because no one wanted to pick on the sick child.
My parents are both very liberal, and my maternal grandmother and step grand father are as well. My brother somehow is a republican, and in the interests of family peace, and because I like visiting my nephews, we stay away from my whole intended career, and I'm still in the closet to him.
Strangely enough, my mother colluded with this same brother to help him shack up with his then fiancee. Her parents are never to know.
Your dad now has one vote for president... wow, I'm starstruck! lol! I'm rabidly political and always have been and I like to talk politics. it was a real shock to my system when I found out that some people didn't.
My one and only experience with intoxicating substances was an opiate after surgery, and I hallucinated violently and unpleasantly about blue tigers in the ceiling that wanted to eat me. Since I can't handle Tylenol, all surgery since has been pain killer free, which sucks.
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Date: 2008-04-18 05:15 pm (UTC)I didn't really have to answer much to my parents even when I was in high school, because I kept good grades for my own sake and because I'm very bookish. I'm also introverted, so I didn't party. At all. I hosted one movie party at my house and went to a speech and debate party (wild wild fun, as you can imagine, we played charades) a party with about ten friends at a local restaurant (unchaperoned, oohlala!) and I went to homecoming once, and I supplied the drugs, Ibphophen that is. The music was so loud that I ended up passing them around like candy for headaches. Wild swinging high school days. I did stage a break out of the school's athletic rally once though...
My parents spent a lot of time pushing me out of the house trying to get me to socialize. A little bit of teen trouble would have been good in their eyes, because then I'd at least be talking to people.
I am extremely sickly, and because of this, I've usually had a bit more license than most, because no one wanted to pick on the sick child.
My parents are both very liberal, and my maternal grandmother and step grand father are as well. My brother somehow is a republican, and in the interests of family peace, and because I like visiting my nephews, we stay away from my whole intended career, and I'm still in the closet to him.
Strangely enough, my mother colluded with this same brother to help him shack up with his then fiancee. Her parents are never to know.
Your dad now has one vote for president... wow, I'm starstruck! lol! I'm rabidly political and always have been and I like to talk politics. it was a real shock to my system when I found out that some people didn't.
My one and only experience with intoxicating substances was an opiate after surgery, and I hallucinated violently and unpleasantly about blue tigers in the ceiling that wanted to eat me. Since I can't handle Tylenol, all surgery since has been pain killer free, which sucks.