siblings
Strange face, with your eyes
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung
You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud
That song breaks my heart. And makes me feel good. I can't decide if, were I to dedicate that to the world, I would be the "I," or I would be the one being sung to. I think a little of both. Right now, a lot more "I."
Anyway, I just said goodbye to Rob. He invited me to start a gmail account so I did (messinger.11@gmail.com, you can send me music and big files), and we spent our brief conversation talking about it and about our addresses and climbing plans next year. His will be a busy autumn, as will likely be mine, but then in winter maybe we will be able to see each other again. Whenever he talks to me, he keeps telling me how proud he is of me, and of how good it is that I have an internship at Greif. I wish I could accurately express how proud I am of him. I hope I get to see a lot of Gio and Brian this summer to make up for him, but my relationship with my eldest brother is different than my relationship with Rob. I remember when we were little Rob would be sad because Gio would tuck me in at night and we would always want to do things together, and he would be the middle child so he would fight with us both. Gio was just older enough than me to prevent such squabbles, but of course once we grew up we quit fighting all together. The harmony among us, I have learned, is unique. Apparently most people don't wish they could hang out with their siblings and have an awesome time doing so.
Which brings me to this...
The Messinger Boys!
Felt the need to write to you guys about who these two kids are, just because I reference them so often but have never really painted a picture of who they are before. Maybe it'll explain things a lot more, or maybe it will not. Maybe it will just be boring so you can skip it. Haha, but either way, he's my crappy bios of the two knaves who are largely to blame for my wicked ways today. ;)
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Gio, who I think is 27, lavishes me with strange gifts and likes to play games and watch movies to me. He has always been the more artistic one, as well as the gamer and the technomaster. He has fine tastes, particularly in the food department, and he likes to be comfortable without looking like a bum in his clothing style. I've made kim-bap and pineapple fried rice with him before, but when we don't cook he likes to try weird exotic things, and also to terrify me with weird exotic things if I am not prepared for them. He might be a little bit arrogant, and he is definitely stubborn.
He is softer than Rob and I, and does not look similar. He has black eyes and black hair, and he scorns things that are overly athletic. (He is not out of shape, just lazy. :)) He is creative and hard-working, grumpy and funny. He introduces me to all the amazingly weird things I have in my life. Blame Gio for Mystery Science theater, for Samba de Amigo and Spanish Channel 5, for my banana-tree umbrella, my cow-patterned Dust Devil, my love of Katamari, my nickname of "Molly." We used to rove the strange stores of Clifton together, but now he and Brian live just over the river with less to see. Nevertheless, we always have fun. Sometimes we go to the zoo or other exciting events like that. Gio has a great sense of humour and is mildly mean, a trait he seems to have inherited from my mother. He plays the flute amazingly and appreciates Butternut a lot, but whenever we go he always wants to walk around or play music rather than frollick. His real name, by the way, is not Giovanni; this is the Italian equivalent of John, given to him after he studied abroad in Italy for months when I was young. He is responsible for the golden summer nymph drawing over my computer, and the small ruby-and-diamond crescent earrings in my ears.
Rob is the middle sibling, aged 22. We are hilarious and ridiculous together. We have more in common in the mischief department. We are both extremely active (Rob more so than I) and we like to DO things when we go places. We bike, hike, tube, snorkel, dare each other to leap into 50-something-degree water straight without getting adjusted... and we like to fish for big things, the kind of fish with teeth and maybe beards. When we return from trips, we do so tired rather than relaxed. This is because we max out adventures, unable to do anything else. We go on ambitious hikes, and now that I am here we are both Mountaineers... and we are also both black-belts, Rob obviously higher than me. Rob and I share a number of common friends because of parties, the Mountaineers, etc, while Gio and I really only share a small number. Gio likes crazy Asian things like I do, which Rob does not, and Gio is also a world traveler, which Rob is soon to be. Gio goes for the culture and experience, whereas Rob goes for some culture but mostly the scenery -- make no mistake if he isn't planning to backpack Europe with Andy before he comes home. I wish that when I go to Salamanca, someone could meet up with me to do the same thing... anybody feel like backpacking Europe in a few Augusts? I'll let you know, everyone be there. :D
Anyway, both Rob and Gio are extremely successful. They are role models, Rob maybe a little more so because of our similarity in schools (Rob goes to OSU, whereas Gio went to UC). Both of them are astonishingly intelligent. Rob is extremely ambitious. He is a huge lover of music -- he is responsible for all the ridiculous and wonderful tunes in my life. From the Nick Drake song above to the Viking death metal that is Ensiferum, he has kept me supplied with a hilarious stream of eclectic genres. Always they are good -- he has a very fine ear -- and always it is funny to hear him with a song he likes, because he talks through the whole thing pointing out dynamics and parts he enjoys. We are all talkative, although Gio is probably the most eloquent. Rob is the math/science guy. Rob and Jenny were together for a very long time, so I associate many of our adventures with her, but now that they are apart I still continue to do so. Rob is extremely fit from climbing, martial arts, etc, and he is also very hygeniec (as he works in the hygeine department at P&G). He is goofy beyond words, too -- all of my friends who know him know this. We have spent many a good time sitting on the kitchen floor eating bananas or mangos and making up silly impromptu scenes, and we both share a mutual love of avocadoes on cinnamon bagels, plus cheddar.
Rob and I are a bit more similar appearance-wise; we have the same same swamp-coloured eyes and general mannerisms about us. We have lots of damned verbal ones, too, including the way we inflect our words. (All you have to do is hear Rob say "Wow!" or Gio say "Eternal Shame!" to know what I am talking about.) Rob and Gio both get tanner than me (why am I such a failure!), and both of them are attractive. Many a time have I received comments about Rob being hot in particular, ladies. ;) I think when we go out to eat sometimes people perceive us as a couple, which to me is infinitely amusing but outwardly probably not so difficult to see. However, it takes very little for people to identify us as siblings. Since coming to OSU, I've had the unexpected benefit of frequently being introduced as "Rob's sister," which is inevitably accompanied by happy greetings and an instant +5 on my behalf. Sort of nice to have a positive bias in your favour around, ne? I think the Mountaineers adopted me so quickly because I was just an extension of their family. :)
... Anyway, there you have it. Writing that took my mind a bit off of missing Rob, and now that hurt in the bottom of my stomach is mostly hunger rather than grief. Time for me seriously to eat, shower, and hardcore clean things -- including my car, if I can last that long -- as well as organize some thoughts. This was a totally unexpected tangent and took a long time. o.o Oh well, it was sort of healing... just like what I hope to be able to accomplish by the end of this week will be healing, too. Won't get anything done spinning around on my computer chair, though, so talk to you later.
I bet you're all bored to tears and quit reading by now. XD
Oh yeah, and here's the only picture of us together I have:
Hehehehe.
So pale and sincere
Underneath you know well
You have nothing to fear
For the dreams that came to you when so young
Told of a life
Where spring is sprung
You would seem so frail
In the cold of the night
When the armies of emotion
Go out to fight
But while the earth sinks to its grave
You sail to the sky
On the crest of a wave
So forget this cruel world
Where I belong
I'll just sit and wait
And sing my song
And if one day you should see me in the crowd
Lend a hand and lift me
To your place in the cloud
That song breaks my heart. And makes me feel good. I can't decide if, were I to dedicate that to the world, I would be the "I," or I would be the one being sung to. I think a little of both. Right now, a lot more "I."
Anyway, I just said goodbye to Rob. He invited me to start a gmail account so I did (messinger.11@gmail.com, you can send me music and big files), and we spent our brief conversation talking about it and about our addresses and climbing plans next year. His will be a busy autumn, as will likely be mine, but then in winter maybe we will be able to see each other again. Whenever he talks to me, he keeps telling me how proud he is of me, and of how good it is that I have an internship at Greif. I wish I could accurately express how proud I am of him. I hope I get to see a lot of Gio and Brian this summer to make up for him, but my relationship with my eldest brother is different than my relationship with Rob. I remember when we were little Rob would be sad because Gio would tuck me in at night and we would always want to do things together, and he would be the middle child so he would fight with us both. Gio was just older enough than me to prevent such squabbles, but of course once we grew up we quit fighting all together. The harmony among us, I have learned, is unique. Apparently most people don't wish they could hang out with their siblings and have an awesome time doing so.
Which brings me to this...
The Messinger Boys!
Felt the need to write to you guys about who these two kids are, just because I reference them so often but have never really painted a picture of who they are before. Maybe it'll explain things a lot more, or maybe it will not. Maybe it will just be boring so you can skip it. Haha, but either way, he's my crappy bios of the two knaves who are largely to blame for my wicked ways today. ;)
--
Gio, who I think is 27, lavishes me with strange gifts and likes to play games and watch movies to me. He has always been the more artistic one, as well as the gamer and the technomaster. He has fine tastes, particularly in the food department, and he likes to be comfortable without looking like a bum in his clothing style. I've made kim-bap and pineapple fried rice with him before, but when we don't cook he likes to try weird exotic things, and also to terrify me with weird exotic things if I am not prepared for them. He might be a little bit arrogant, and he is definitely stubborn.
He is softer than Rob and I, and does not look similar. He has black eyes and black hair, and he scorns things that are overly athletic. (He is not out of shape, just lazy. :)) He is creative and hard-working, grumpy and funny. He introduces me to all the amazingly weird things I have in my life. Blame Gio for Mystery Science theater, for Samba de Amigo and Spanish Channel 5, for my banana-tree umbrella, my cow-patterned Dust Devil, my love of Katamari, my nickname of "Molly." We used to rove the strange stores of Clifton together, but now he and Brian live just over the river with less to see. Nevertheless, we always have fun. Sometimes we go to the zoo or other exciting events like that. Gio has a great sense of humour and is mildly mean, a trait he seems to have inherited from my mother. He plays the flute amazingly and appreciates Butternut a lot, but whenever we go he always wants to walk around or play music rather than frollick. His real name, by the way, is not Giovanni; this is the Italian equivalent of John, given to him after he studied abroad in Italy for months when I was young. He is responsible for the golden summer nymph drawing over my computer, and the small ruby-and-diamond crescent earrings in my ears.
Rob is the middle sibling, aged 22. We are hilarious and ridiculous together. We have more in common in the mischief department. We are both extremely active (Rob more so than I) and we like to DO things when we go places. We bike, hike, tube, snorkel, dare each other to leap into 50-something-degree water straight without getting adjusted... and we like to fish for big things, the kind of fish with teeth and maybe beards. When we return from trips, we do so tired rather than relaxed. This is because we max out adventures, unable to do anything else. We go on ambitious hikes, and now that I am here we are both Mountaineers... and we are also both black-belts, Rob obviously higher than me. Rob and I share a number of common friends because of parties, the Mountaineers, etc, while Gio and I really only share a small number. Gio likes crazy Asian things like I do, which Rob does not, and Gio is also a world traveler, which Rob is soon to be. Gio goes for the culture and experience, whereas Rob goes for some culture but mostly the scenery -- make no mistake if he isn't planning to backpack Europe with Andy before he comes home. I wish that when I go to Salamanca, someone could meet up with me to do the same thing... anybody feel like backpacking Europe in a few Augusts? I'll let you know, everyone be there. :D
Anyway, both Rob and Gio are extremely successful. They are role models, Rob maybe a little more so because of our similarity in schools (Rob goes to OSU, whereas Gio went to UC). Both of them are astonishingly intelligent. Rob is extremely ambitious. He is a huge lover of music -- he is responsible for all the ridiculous and wonderful tunes in my life. From the Nick Drake song above to the Viking death metal that is Ensiferum, he has kept me supplied with a hilarious stream of eclectic genres. Always they are good -- he has a very fine ear -- and always it is funny to hear him with a song he likes, because he talks through the whole thing pointing out dynamics and parts he enjoys. We are all talkative, although Gio is probably the most eloquent. Rob is the math/science guy. Rob and Jenny were together for a very long time, so I associate many of our adventures with her, but now that they are apart I still continue to do so. Rob is extremely fit from climbing, martial arts, etc, and he is also very hygeniec (as he works in the hygeine department at P&G). He is goofy beyond words, too -- all of my friends who know him know this. We have spent many a good time sitting on the kitchen floor eating bananas or mangos and making up silly impromptu scenes, and we both share a mutual love of avocadoes on cinnamon bagels, plus cheddar.
Rob and I are a bit more similar appearance-wise; we have the same same swamp-coloured eyes and general mannerisms about us. We have lots of damned verbal ones, too, including the way we inflect our words. (All you have to do is hear Rob say "Wow!" or Gio say "Eternal Shame!" to know what I am talking about.) Rob and Gio both get tanner than me (why am I such a failure!), and both of them are attractive. Many a time have I received comments about Rob being hot in particular, ladies. ;) I think when we go out to eat sometimes people perceive us as a couple, which to me is infinitely amusing but outwardly probably not so difficult to see. However, it takes very little for people to identify us as siblings. Since coming to OSU, I've had the unexpected benefit of frequently being introduced as "Rob's sister," which is inevitably accompanied by happy greetings and an instant +5 on my behalf. Sort of nice to have a positive bias in your favour around, ne? I think the Mountaineers adopted me so quickly because I was just an extension of their family. :)
... Anyway, there you have it. Writing that took my mind a bit off of missing Rob, and now that hurt in the bottom of my stomach is mostly hunger rather than grief. Time for me seriously to eat, shower, and hardcore clean things -- including my car, if I can last that long -- as well as organize some thoughts. This was a totally unexpected tangent and took a long time. o.o Oh well, it was sort of healing... just like what I hope to be able to accomplish by the end of this week will be healing, too. Won't get anything done spinning around on my computer chair, though, so talk to you later.
I bet you're all bored to tears and quit reading by now. XD
Oh yeah, and here's the only picture of us together I have:
Hehehehe.