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chibi_trillianSnaaaaaaaap. My dearest darling little sister turns twenty-one on Tuesday and I can't afford a gift. She'll have to settle for a card with an IOU in.
It's funny. We lived in the same damn room from the day she was born until the day I moved out. We fucking hated each other ninety percent of the time. We used to tear the crap out of each other's arms with our fingernails because my mother forbade us from actually punching each other. She usually won. We had the room divided a bit unfairly--everything from the doorknobs UP was mine. Everything was a competition, especially school, and my sister doesn't have the same issues with math and writing that I do so I had to work twice as hard to set a high mark that she'd breeze past effortlessly. Oh well, I still beat her on the SATs. Only by twenty points and she beat me on the Math section, but I still won.
We looked like identical twins growing up, but we we so friggin' different. She'd build planes, I'd play with stuffed animals. She made functional circuit boards when I was outside catching bugs. I'd wear dresses, she never would. She learned to play an instrument, I never did. I graduated from college in four years in the same major I started with; she began college as an Eastern Languages major and then switched to Veterinary Science in her second year and will be graduating late as a result.
We get along a lot better now that we don't have to put up with each other all the time. We don't look much alike anymore--she's taller than I am and wears contacts and I'm a hell of a lot girlier (which is saying something). I worry about her sometimes, but I don't call as often as I should.
Finally, she's actually the person who introduced me to One Piece. I wouldn't have given it a second glance if she hadn't shoved it up my nose during Christmas 2004, and I wouldn't have gotten into it to the degree that I am now if she hadn't sent me scanslations of manga volumes seven to forty-three for my birthday last year. This Christmas I missed spending with the family, so she sent me plushies and I sent her Portgas D. Ace in 1/8 scale.
So yes, it's my sister's fault that I'm in the One Piece fandom at all. Thank her for it.
Waiting out this headache and medicating it don't seem to help. Let's see if hot water manages to get it down to the point that I can sleep.
It's funny. We lived in the same damn room from the day she was born until the day I moved out. We fucking hated each other ninety percent of the time. We used to tear the crap out of each other's arms with our fingernails because my mother forbade us from actually punching each other. She usually won. We had the room divided a bit unfairly--everything from the doorknobs UP was mine. Everything was a competition, especially school, and my sister doesn't have the same issues with math and writing that I do so I had to work twice as hard to set a high mark that she'd breeze past effortlessly. Oh well, I still beat her on the SATs. Only by twenty points and she beat me on the Math section, but I still won.
We looked like identical twins growing up, but we we so friggin' different. She'd build planes, I'd play with stuffed animals. She made functional circuit boards when I was outside catching bugs. I'd wear dresses, she never would. She learned to play an instrument, I never did. I graduated from college in four years in the same major I started with; she began college as an Eastern Languages major and then switched to Veterinary Science in her second year and will be graduating late as a result.
We get along a lot better now that we don't have to put up with each other all the time. We don't look much alike anymore--she's taller than I am and wears contacts and I'm a hell of a lot girlier (which is saying something). I worry about her sometimes, but I don't call as often as I should.
Finally, she's actually the person who introduced me to One Piece. I wouldn't have given it a second glance if she hadn't shoved it up my nose during Christmas 2004, and I wouldn't have gotten into it to the degree that I am now if she hadn't sent me scanslations of manga volumes seven to forty-three for my birthday last year. This Christmas I missed spending with the family, so she sent me plushies and I sent her Portgas D. Ace in 1/8 scale.
So yes, it's my sister's fault that I'm in the One Piece fandom at all. Thank her for it.
Waiting out this headache and medicating it don't seem to help. Let's see if hot water manages to get it down to the point that I can sleep.
