confessions of an older brother
::playing tape recorder:: At the beginning of the summer i thought my BEST moment(s) were gonna come when my bro was in Boot Camp and my sis in Colombia. I thought i was gonna be doing so much stuff. Now, im here right now sitting in front of this journal saying to myself, "I miss them." And i really do. Even when my brother was here, I still missed my sister. She is usually the one that always goes against Bush, screams with me (or cries) whenever the US Soccer teams (male/female) win or lose in their games. I just miss her. My brother, who cant miss my bro? Always the clown jester who always comes up with a good one when its needed most. Yet, i miss talkin to him cuz he has useful tips from time to time.
Maybe the reason why it sucks so much is because I've had to worry bout personal stuff in my house. Yet i still feel i could have done somethin. Life just isnt the same when u got ur bro sweating in the middle of the forest and my sis eating bunuelos in Colombia. I know they're enjoyin themselves, unlike me. Well, I am very lucky and honored to be the older brother of my house. ::stopping tape recorder::
Maybe the reason why it sucks so much is because I've had to worry bout personal stuff in my house. Yet i still feel i could have done somethin. Life just isnt the same when u got ur bro sweating in the middle of the forest and my sis eating bunuelos in Colombia. I know they're enjoyin themselves, unlike me. Well, I am very lucky and honored to be the older brother of my house. ::stopping tape recorder::