:: Oh, Look, A Tumbleweed ::

:: Sunday, January 02, 2005 ::

Ugh, I'm sick, once again, and, once again, it came from my brother. The same type of sickness, too, except this time I don't have a fever and I still have a voice. Anyways, yeah, my throat is sore, I'm coughing up so much phlegm that...well...yeah, and my nose is stuffy/runny as hell.

I don't really know what to write here. I mean, there's a ton of stuff I want to address specifically to some people, and there's a ton of stuff I want to talk about, but all of that isn't something I would do on a public blog. I would, if I had any sort of guts, but I'm too afraid of backlash or what people might think of me. I know you all think I'm monstrously pathetic or, in some cases, just a flat out asshole, and I really would like to stop reinforcing those beliefs. Well, okay, I am pretty pathetic, I'll admit.

I don't know. Maybe when I'm feeling more daring, (read: Not with it and willing to accept the fact I'm going to make myself look like an idiot) I'll be more emotionally open.

Liz so graciously reminded me that Whiteside wanted us to read this essay over break. Yet ANOTHER thing I've got to do tomorrow. Liz, I love you. Seriously, I've known you for, what, ten years now? And while Caroline may be my phenotypical sister, you are my unofficial sister in every way, shape, and form. You look out for me (Like what you told me last night), you help me, you do absolutely pointless stuff with me, and I can't imagine just, all of a sudden, not talking to you anymore. We've known each other for ten years, why end it there? You're like the fraternal twin sister I never had.

And that's enough emotion for one night, I'm goin' to bed.

:: Nick Sunday, January 02, 2005 [+] ::