They say when you get older you make friends with your siblings and become extremely close. When I was little I used to hate how adults would say that because I knew it would never happen. I was wrong.
I was up late last night, and I started thinking about my sister. She moved out to Utah last summer to snowboard, and I haven't talked to her since my birthday (October). I know, I'm a bad sister. Then I started thinking about how close we were getting before she left, and how she stuck up for me all those times. I lost it. I hadn't cried in about 6 months. I miss her so badly. I want her to be here. I want to be able to talk to her about all the stuff that's going on in my life. I've never been that emo (ForeverEndedToday is a joke, I'm always happy) last time I cried that hard was when I was 4 and my parents had seperated. Grr Estrogen is evil.
It's funny how long it took me to finally realize it. Guess I just didn't want to now I have to wait a couple more months until I see her again. I'm going to start being a good sister, and actually call her. Problem is I don't know her number.
In happier news I might be going to a 4X4 lacrosse tournament at Dartmouth. But this is the best part: Devon Wills is running it. She is this amazing goalkeeper who is my idol when it comes it lacrosse. She's awesome. Maybe I'll get to meet her. That would be pretty cool.