Lovely praise.

Now, whereabouts in Germany? I adore Munich…but did not venture beyond it (save for a day-trip to Dachau). It was a wonderful week, though. And the metro fascinated me. I even wrote a short story set in it.

I’m jealous of her travel.
-cK

Ugh ugh ugh. My name, you hag.

Someday when I’m as pretty, popular, and stylish as you are, then we’ll talk again. Someday when I’m likeable enough that my friends don’t like you better, and my parents don’t like you better, and when I don’t like you better, then we’ll talk about this again. Someday when you don’t try to use volume to drown out logic, when you realize that you’re losing but don’t start to cry first, someday when we’re alone and you don’t have anybody you need to impress, we can talk about this again.

Someday when someone says something bad about me, you’ll jump on him and chew his ear off. Someday when I defend myself to someone, you will back me up without a thought because I am your sister, and you need no other reason. Someday I will tell a lie, and you will know it for what it is and say it’s truth. Then we will talk again.

Someday our father will say to you, I told you she wouldn’t wait for you, that she would leave you behind, and where is she now?

And when you can smile and say, She didn’t, then we will talk about this again.

In the meantime, cK, I’ll be in Annaberg-Buchholz, whith is about two hours away from Dresden, in Saxony. I think Bavaria’s quite a bit different from my region =D. Can you link me to your short story? *very interested*

Also, Bonamy, that pic? The one with me waving in the back and you in the front not looking? How freaking weird is that? You’d think I’d have tried to drive away madly or something. I think I was possesed that day.

And one day you won’t have to explain something like this to me because I’ll just understand it instead of being confused but what has already happened and what hasn’t. : )

That conversation will indeed be most magical. =D