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Of Colds and Little Sisters
Oct. 2nd, 2011 01:02 pmI had the idea that I would post every couple of days, try to stay on top of things -- I'm so busy this semester that sometimes just writing out things that I've done is stabilizing. Instead, I've caught a cold and have spent the best part of the last week reading Sherlock and Homestuck fanfiction, waiting for the sinus pressure to win out and for my head to explode. Lucky for me it hasn't happened yet. Unluckily for me, the cold won't. go. away. Due to the overabundance of meth heads and my own inability to get to a pharmacy during daytime hours, I don't have any Sudafed (which is the most helpful by far), and instead have been supplementing my poor diet with Benadryl and aspirin. And my roommate probably wonders what is so wrong with me that I can't make it to an 8am physics class. Grrargh. I hate viruses!
On a less self-pitying note, I'm up at the Lake with my parents this weekend; it's my mom's birthday so they booked the timeshare for the week and came up to chill. I'm super glad that I decided to make the drive up yesterday, because this morning my sister called! Now, S and I have been on bad terms and only marginally better terms for most of since she was born, but she's my little sister, and I do love her, even when she's driving me UP THE WALL, and NO I DON'T LIKE YOUR FRIENDS, I NEVER HAVE, and ARGHGHGHGHG, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING????!!! She up and joined the military last Christmas, and finally shipped out to basic training in Missouri last month. Even though we've been three hours away and I've seen her less than my parents the last three years, it's strangely different to know that she's not just on the other side of the hill screwing around at the feedstore and being DD (usually) for her dumbass friends. She's having to be Strong, and Self-Sufficient, and Get Along With Other People, and she's 5-7 states over (depending on how you count these things) and I can't just call her when I'm bored after class and listen to her rant about things. I miss her. I hadn't really realized how much until I heard her voice on the phone. It was only a five-minute call, but she sounded so much happier than the last time I heard her speak (she was crying then), and I know she's looking forward to the packages and letters we're sending. I think she gets those everyday of the week, but she only gets 5 minutes on the phone on Sundays. She did the gas room last week and got the nice socks that my dad sent her, and I hope she likes the books I sent (my copies of Philip Pullman's His Dark MaterialsI), and I never really got the whole Army Proud thing, and I still don't, not really, but she's my little sister and she's going to be an MP, and she's coming home for Christmas and I really can't wait, even though I'm sure we'll be in an argument with each other and my dad and anyone else in the room within two hours of her being home. I'm sad that she's so far away, but I'm so proud that she's actually doing something, is going to be someone. I guess that's what being a sister is? I just hope my baby sister doesn't decide to go equally far away when she graduates high school. They were always supposed to stay back home while I went the world over in search of adventure. =/
On a less self-pitying note, I'm up at the Lake with my parents this weekend; it's my mom's birthday so they booked the timeshare for the week and came up to chill. I'm super glad that I decided to make the drive up yesterday, because this morning my sister called! Now, S and I have been on bad terms and only marginally better terms for most of since she was born, but she's my little sister, and I do love her, even when she's driving me UP THE WALL, and NO I DON'T LIKE YOUR FRIENDS, I NEVER HAVE, and ARGHGHGHGHG, WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING????!!! She up and joined the military last Christmas, and finally shipped out to basic training in Missouri last month. Even though we've been three hours away and I've seen her less than my parents the last three years, it's strangely different to know that she's not just on the other side of the hill screwing around at the feedstore and being DD (usually) for her dumbass friends. She's having to be Strong, and Self-Sufficient, and Get Along With Other People, and she's 5-7 states over (depending on how you count these things) and I can't just call her when I'm bored after class and listen to her rant about things. I miss her. I hadn't really realized how much until I heard her voice on the phone. It was only a five-minute call, but she sounded so much happier than the last time I heard her speak (she was crying then), and I know she's looking forward to the packages and letters we're sending. I think she gets those everyday of the week, but she only gets 5 minutes on the phone on Sundays. She did the gas room last week and got the nice socks that my dad sent her, and I hope she likes the books I sent (my copies of Philip Pullman's His Dark MaterialsI), and I never really got the whole Army Proud thing, and I still don't, not really, but she's my little sister and she's going to be an MP, and she's coming home for Christmas and I really can't wait, even though I'm sure we'll be in an argument with each other and my dad and anyone else in the room within two hours of her being home. I'm sad that she's so far away, but I'm so proud that she's actually doing something, is going to be someone. I guess that's what being a sister is? I just hope my baby sister doesn't decide to go equally far away when she graduates high school. They were always supposed to stay back home while I went the world over in search of adventure. =/
