My stupid brother made me cry last night. My comfort be: he has to work all day today. I've decided to reduce how little I talk to him now to an even smaller number, like 0. Yes, this is the non highschool dropout brother, the one with a future and a girlfriend. They've been dating for so long, I wasn't even in highschool when they started. I'm going over to Julie's house to study for an AP History exam, won't that be fun. If anybody else has coach Rhinehart, you'll notice our huge workload. It ever occur to you that despite reading about three chapters every week we still haven't covered half of the book? It's kind of depressing, it really is. I mean to know that all of our work will amount to nothing, what with that TAKS test and the AP Test coming up that he will make us work on. Well, so much for depressing topics like school. The concert was ok, it could have been better. But, romantic me, tears came to my eyes when Michael starting playing "I'll be Home for Christmas" I couldn't help but think how much I missed someone, and I could almost picture that person in the audience. Yeah, so sappy.