brother figures, photography, and Robert’s Rules

Well, then. Those resolutions need a lot of help, as Sir Mr. President Procrastinator Plumber Agamemnon has so graciously pointed out. But have no fears, I have UN resolutions to learn from! I’m wondering how they would make smoke detectors tamper proof. Darn high school kids probably know how to get around them. I hate people.

Have I ever told you about my brother and sister figures? I don’t believe I have. Well in addition to my biological sister, and my saxy sax sisters, I have 2 sister figures, and 2 brother figures. They are my sister’s close friends from home (where I am), and I’ve known some of them since elementary school. At any rate, two of them are twins – Becky and Ryan. The other two are Dominic and Amy (no relation). Ahh, they’re so great – really they are. Every year my sister has a caroling party (it’s really her tradition – I’m just adopting it) with those people, and I’m always included. That’s what I love about them – I’m 3 years younger but they always include me! Aww…

So last night Ryan was online. I guess he and Becky are home now. (Oh, Meg – hehe, yes I’m talking about House, ok?) I talked to him for a really long time… until a little before 3 when I said – “Hey I think I just saw lightning”… right when he said “SWEET LIGHTNING”. Haha, we live less than a mile away from each other, so it was kind of funny. So anyway, that’s when I logged off. Of course, my cat thought it would be nice to get me up at 10:45 this morning… not cool. But anyway… yeah I enjoyed talking to him. We rarely talk online, but it was fun.

Which reminds me… this summer I’m registered to take a photography course at the Institute of Art! How exciting is that? I’ll finally learn how to use my camera and whatnot. I told Ryan about it – I guess you could say he’s a major supporter of my photography. The first time he saw some of my panoramic shots hanging in the living room, he was like – you have to go into photography. Hehe… well I won’t, but I do love it. So I told him I was going to take this course, and he was so complimentary. Apparently he thinks I have talent or something. HAH. Ahh well…

They’re 20! It’s so wrong. So so wrong. My sister and her friends… they’re all 20. Why does that seem so old to me? And why do I not feel 17? I feel much younger than that… I’m not sure why. I still feel like a kid, as opposed to an adult. The seniors right now… I don’t know… they seem like they’re 17 or 18. But I don’t. My friends don’t. (well some of them aren’t…) I remember when 15 sounded old to me. Now it sounds really super young. Like beaucoup. My parents helped me make the decision that I should drop the sophomore option that’s only 15. How strange… he’ll be 16 by early fall, but then I’ll only be a few months from being 18. And he IS shorter than me. I thought he was, but then I thought he wasn’t. But he is… definately. And I wish he would stop ramming into me in a slightly flirtatious manner, because I do it back… I have no self control with things like that. And the truth is, I do like him, but I can never picture us together. I eliminate ideas like that. He’s that much younger, plus he’s shorter, plus we wouldn’t be right together, AND, well, I suppose I’d rather look at the other options. Stop being Jillian Faye-ish, dreamergrrl!

Oh, and since Aims already knows, I suppose I should just identify the previously mentioned males at the orchestra concert. Studying was with Scott. Such a smart boy. Got a 33 on his ACT’s. But really, he’s a genius. And it was Matt the sophomore tuba that walked me to my car. I’ve made some decisions, I THINK. Matt needs to not do that anymore. Matt and Aims need to get to know one another. I need to stop being so Jillian Faye. I don’t like Matt. Joking around with his is really fun, but I don’t LIKE him. Good. I’m glad I don’t. I was worried for awhile there. Bah. But I still like Scott? 🙁 Yeah… Aims I feel bad about that. But if it’s any consolation (and it probably is not), I did like him before you mentioned that you like him. So in that respect, it wasn’t completely Jillian Faye-ish. Furthermore, I don’t like him as in crush like him. I like him as in he’s incredibly smart, really nice, lol very humorous in his intellectual dry style, and in that I can sort of picture us together. Maybe. Who knows. Bah.

On that note, I’m being

~swept away in lack of sleep~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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