homeward bound sister, we are so close. sooo close. one hand close.

mrs. flatley celtic tiger is amazing. we now have to watch that when you get home as well. hilarious. its less than two weeks now, less than two weeks. i repeat, oh i already did. anyways. i will see you splendidly soon dearest. you are my sister, i love you. au revoir! (soon to be bonjour)

twister so its really fifteen days, but lets say 14 which equals two weeks. i will see you in two weeks. love

missing you i love you. je t'aime.

they call me mellow yellow i'm home! i have returned! though i'm actually further from you now than i was. ironic. so, you are coming home soon and thats fantastic. i haven't scheduled hair appointments yet and i just realized how close that is getting. craziness. hmmmm nat is now 25. so ya, she's done a lot of growing up since you left you could say... today we went to get mom and dad at the airport and i swear she was making jokes to herself cause she would say something to me that i couldn't understand and then giggle at herself. it frightens me to think she might have been mocking me. scary. how was the visit with mom and dad? they seem pretty beat. ah well, its 11:50 and my schedule isn't turned around yet so i'm really tired so i should go to bed in hopes i can turn it around before monday. we shall see. goodnight, i love you, and this is the month i finally get to see you. love always and forever.

whittle they call me whittle here. its not an interesting story. but such is life. and i really hope you were referring to the scorpions song earlier. because i totally still listen to it. remember when you and annie came to visit me the only time you ever came to visit me and that was playing and you brought me brownies and cookie dough and pulled the greatest present fake in the history of the world. i almost cried when you said natalie asked about me. not really. well maybe really. can you take some pictures of her and email them to me. i don't understand how old she is anymore. i'm so confused. when i left we had just gotten her to say party and wave her arms in the air. apparently she's gotten a lot smarter in these past three months.

still loving you. i would love nothing more than to do all of those things with you. and we will. it will be one long night but we'll do it all. i miss you big sister. ps. i haven't watched phantom once, not even once without you. i'm waiting to watch it too. pps. i wasn't there, but mom and dad said that natalie asked about you the other day. ppps. i got my postcard, thanks. ppps. thats all i got, there isn't anymore. its late and technically i'm supposed to be sleeping. goodnight.

duh. sister, i just want to say that i love you. when i come home, can we drink giant cans of arizona green tea while wearing our matching dkny wrap sweaters? and can natalie remember me, and then we'll all have a dance party. then watch phantom of the opera. then drive around with the windows down and sing phantom of the opera. and any song that mentions jesus. please. then maybe we can have a romantic dinner at rose's. still wearing our matching sweaters. naturally. and to cap it all off, sleepover on the futon? but wait, we don't have a futon anymore! sleepover on retro pleather couch? and i know it'll be april,almost may, but we should probably have a fire in the fire place. we might also have to make a run to frenz. and meijer for hair conditioner. serious hair conditioner. and maybe tjmaxx should be in there too. i come home in six weeks. get cracking on this welcome home party. ps. i expect ben and harriet to both be bathed. maybe they should be wearing ribbons. think about it. love love love love love.

mistake queen wow, that last entry was riddled with mistakes. my apologies. i just got to typing random things so fast, there was no time for spell checking. my bad. love.

i don't remember sorry, i forgot what names i've already used so this is a no name kind of entry. your pictures are much more entertaining now. its hard to think of things to write to you when i'm talking to you on aim at the same time. writers block. you are distracting me from writing my history paper. technically its due tomorrow but i got me an extension. yay me. it was beautfil this week. sunny and sixty degrees most days. fabulous. big storm coming tonight though. hail and snow at the end, thunder and lighting to start out. kind of exciting. i love you. i miss you. you are special. you are amazing. you are my best friend. i love you. i'm a dork. i can't compliment you anymore. i wrote you a letter. i need to go to the post office to figure out how to write it. i can't find your adress. help me out. je t'aime. (have you noticed that thats all i know how to say in french? its sad really) hey look, i found things to say. i love you much. muah!

stepharoni stink, take a look at the dates on these messages. i gave up hope that you would ever write again. just like i gave up hope that you will ever call me. i miss you to the max. and i do have more pictures, i'm just lazy. and i need to fix the rome pictures cause some of them don't get bigger when you click them. oh well. i'm off to watch figure skating without you. its truly not the same.

mellicotti you are not responding to my posts and it hurts me. hurts me deep. i sure do hope you are taking more pictures than you are posting because otherwise you are going to get it when you come home. after i give you lots of hugs, of course. this shall be my final post unless i get an email from you (i sent one that got no response) or a lovely little message to brighten my day. this is funny cause mom and dad are talking to you on the phone upstairs and i can hear you complaining. ha. au revoir mon cheri. je t'aime.

smellerina ok still not seeing enough pictures with you in them my dear. i know you don't like having your picture taken, but hey, live a little. you'll regret it later. au revoir. muah.

the sister yes, different name everytime. do it. as i'm writing this i'm also talking to you on aim! and i think its kind of mean to make me watch a movie just to see me cry. because you know i'll cry alot. maybe i should just lock myself in a dark room and watch by myself. because if i watch with you and know you're watching me i'll be all self conscious, and try not to cry, but i would probably really love to ball my eyes out. would you really deny me that? really? while you're at it why don't you put on nessun dorma and then laugh at me.

stink should i use a different name that you call me everytime i post? i do feel there are enough to last a few weeks perhaps. you've called me many flattering names through the years. also, i just sent you an email. i was trying to be sentimental. let me know how it went. its new for me. i don't have feelings, so its hard to sincere at times. joking joking. farewell for now luv. oh and tristan and isolde, we gots to rent it. not cause its a fabulous movie, but its set in ireland so its beautiful and the chieftans do the soundtrack. also, i wanna see how hard you cry. personally, i was in the theater so i was able to choke it down, but i think i was the only one in the theater who managed such a feat. au revoir!