Yesterday my lil' sis and I got our nails done since she had her 8th grade dance tonight. It seems like just yesterday I was grounded for mine for breaking my previous grounding to go skating.
Ahh good times. PEN 15 CLUB 4 LYFE!
Yes. I was a lame child.
Dinner at applebees with Hope, she loved it. We're going to try to "Bond" on a monthly basis. Out of her and Van, she's far more talkative and we have far more in common. Like a trip to the bookstore ends with debates, instead of just begging them to read something, I like that.
Hope is really just me.. with a tan.


I hope she changes, and becomes more like me. In the way that I know when to keep my mouth shut. I hope she goes on to accomplish anything and everything she sets out too, because she has the brains, drive and spirit, and lord knows the girl loves to fucking read.
I want her to be whatever she wants since I know I wont get the chance. Astronaught? Go for it. Zoologist? Knock yourself out. You, will make it.
I just hope that come highschool, she doesn't start to doubt or question herself. Censor her thoughts because it isn't the norm and shy away from asking the hard questions because it's uncool. I want her to love and live life to it's fullest. She's more than capable.
God I'm a drunken sap.
For those of you bored, I'm sorry. For those still reading, My lil sister is da bomb. (So is my big sister. HOLLA. Heh.)
Pictures: First one was supposed to be a nice picture. It wasn't happening. She thought we were still learning. See explanation for Pic #2.
#2: I was teaching the girl how to be black. Her gang sign totally fell short though. Hence why the white girl is all "West side" And the black her is like "oooh Bandaid!":
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