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Day 01 - Introduce yourself
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
My siblings? Er. Well. I am tired and don't feel like going in depth on their own separate lives. I'll even preface this with the fact that I am loopy right now for however many reasons and will likely make very little sense. That said, let us continue...
I have no full-blood siblings. Every sibling I have is a half-sibling, including the one who I have met only once who is somewhere around 33 and lives in Florida. Though I don't claim him as a brother, normally. The four I do claim are still a good bit older than me, at around 29, 26, 24, and 23. I... Think. I can never remember their ages exactly.
There are tales to tell about my siblings, but they are theirs and not mine to share. I have never been extremely close to them, given that I was always 'The Baby' while they were older, more narrowly age-gap'd, and a close-knit group. I never quite fit in, since I was the little sister to be protected and/or pushed aside, depending on how anyone felt. I still love them all, I really do. It's just an interesting sensation. For the first 6 years of my life I was the youngest in a group of 7 people who should never have been forced together by fate. It was chaos. Then they all went their own ways, to colleges, mental institutions, foster homes, and their boyfriends' houses. So I spend the next ten years of my life in a house with just my mother, sometimes a sister, and I. Practically an only child. Interesting. (I'll also note that I am a little key holding them together, in a way. My eldest sister is related to me through a shared mother, and the rest are through my father. They aren't blood related, my eldest sister and the rest, except through me.)
And then there's Julia. She is the sister who might have been, except that if she had survived I would not have been, myself. She died of SIDS, and thus I was needed to fill the void that she left, the little infant-shaped hole in the family. I never really had an imaginary friend when I was growing up, but whenever I felt I needed one, there was always one little girl a bit taller and a bit blonder than me waiting in my head, an imaginary Julia.
Hm. Oh, and I just made the most stupidly tie-dyed shirt ever. But I love the small bursts of social life that being on the tennis team gives me. Seniors 2011, oh heck yes.
Sectionals, here we come.
... I just need to make some more Muddy Buddies beforehand.
Day 02 - Your first love
Day 03 - Your parents
Day 04 - What you ate today
Day 05 - Your definition of love
Day 06 - Your day
Day 07 - Your best friend
Day 08 - A moment
Day 09 - Your beliefs
Day 10 - What you wore today
Day 11 - Your siblings
Day 12 - What’s in your bag
Day 13 - This week
Day 14 - What you wore today
Day 15 - Your dreams
Day 16 - Your first kiss
Day 17 - Your favorite memory
Day 18 - Your favorite birthday
Day 19 - Something you regret
Day 20 - This month
Day 21 - Another moment
Day 22 - Something that upsets you
Day 23 - Something that makes you feel better
Day 24 - Something that makes you cry
Day 25 - A first
Day 26 - Your fears
Day 27 - Your favorite place
Day 28 - Something that you miss
Day 29 - Your aspirations
Day 30 - One last moment
My siblings? Er. Well. I am tired and don't feel like going in depth on their own separate lives. I'll even preface this with the fact that I am loopy right now for however many reasons and will likely make very little sense. That said, let us continue...
I have no full-blood siblings. Every sibling I have is a half-sibling, including the one who I have met only once who is somewhere around 33 and lives in Florida. Though I don't claim him as a brother, normally. The four I do claim are still a good bit older than me, at around 29, 26, 24, and 23. I... Think. I can never remember their ages exactly.
There are tales to tell about my siblings, but they are theirs and not mine to share. I have never been extremely close to them, given that I was always 'The Baby' while they were older, more narrowly age-gap'd, and a close-knit group. I never quite fit in, since I was the little sister to be protected and/or pushed aside, depending on how anyone felt. I still love them all, I really do. It's just an interesting sensation. For the first 6 years of my life I was the youngest in a group of 7 people who should never have been forced together by fate. It was chaos. Then they all went their own ways, to colleges, mental institutions, foster homes, and their boyfriends' houses. So I spend the next ten years of my life in a house with just my mother, sometimes a sister, and I. Practically an only child. Interesting. (I'll also note that I am a little key holding them together, in a way. My eldest sister is related to me through a shared mother, and the rest are through my father. They aren't blood related, my eldest sister and the rest, except through me.)
And then there's Julia. She is the sister who might have been, except that if she had survived I would not have been, myself. She died of SIDS, and thus I was needed to fill the void that she left, the little infant-shaped hole in the family. I never really had an imaginary friend when I was growing up, but whenever I felt I needed one, there was always one little girl a bit taller and a bit blonder than me waiting in my head, an imaginary Julia.
Hm. Oh, and I just made the most stupidly tie-dyed shirt ever. But I love the small bursts of social life that being on the tennis team gives me. Seniors 2011, oh heck yes.
Sectionals, here we come.
... I just need to make some more Muddy Buddies beforehand.