Hello. I am Other Brother :). A moniker devised from the Sister when trying to reference me in a conversation. I can't quite recall the exact story, but she was talking to someone about our Brother and referred to him as such, she went to refer to me in the same manner but realized that it wouldn't work. Thus she started calling me Other Brother. And it stuck. She even has me in her phone as such. My dad even calls me that. I find it amazing. Such much so that I tried to make it my "alternate name" (the one that appears in parenthesis and faded) on facebook. However, facebook was mean and denied me my identity claiming it was false. Whatever.
Anyway. This is my third foray in to the blogging world. My first was a blogger back when I was in high school, I just forgot about it. My second was a tumblr last year, and while at first I found it interesting and fun, it became boring and turned out to be too gimmicky for me. The whole idea to start blogging again arose yesterday after I finished my favorite novel The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. The title of this entry is the first sentence from the book. The story is about high school freshman Charlie, as told through letters sent to an anonymous reader. As you read this story, you become so invested in the life of this one person, whose real name you don't even know. A detail which I feel gives a very haunting realness. Every time I read this book (I have done so many times now) I feel so overwhelmed with emotion I can't help but cry. If you have not yet read this book I suggest you should. Anyway, I started this blog in hopes that someone will find it and just listen. Because really, that's all I really need.
"I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have.
I need to know these people exist"
Now for some current news. I am so tired all the time. I'm pretty sure this weekend I had a sinus infection, and I still am not back to normal. My throat is sore and my voice is shot. I sound like one of those old ladies you find working in diners who have been smoking their whole lives and have names like "Flo" or "Ruby". For real. It's terrible. It's making work a lot less enjoyable, which is only intensified by the Monopoly promotion going on. Seriously? If I had a time machine I would go back and kill that Milton Bradley guy who invented the damned game. But work equals money, and money equals moving out, so I'm stuck. I wish I could just brew beer like my dad. But I move on the 23rd and can start looking for jobs closer to where I'll be living. This month is going to be interesting. More to come :)
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm trying to figure out how that could be."
That is my last quote from this book, I swear. At least until I read it again :P
Anyway. This is my third foray in to the blogging world. My first was a blogger back when I was in high school, I just forgot about it. My second was a tumblr last year, and while at first I found it interesting and fun, it became boring and turned out to be too gimmicky for me. The whole idea to start blogging again arose yesterday after I finished my favorite novel The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky. The title of this entry is the first sentence from the book. The story is about high school freshman Charlie, as told through letters sent to an anonymous reader. As you read this story, you become so invested in the life of this one person, whose real name you don't even know. A detail which I feel gives a very haunting realness. Every time I read this book (I have done so many times now) I feel so overwhelmed with emotion I can't help but cry. If you have not yet read this book I suggest you should. Anyway, I started this blog in hopes that someone will find it and just listen. Because really, that's all I really need.
"I just need to know that someone out there listens and understands and doesn't try to sleep with people even if they could have.
I need to know these people exist"
Now for some current news. I am so tired all the time. I'm pretty sure this weekend I had a sinus infection, and I still am not back to normal. My throat is sore and my voice is shot. I sound like one of those old ladies you find working in diners who have been smoking their whole lives and have names like "Flo" or "Ruby". For real. It's terrible. It's making work a lot less enjoyable, which is only intensified by the Monopoly promotion going on. Seriously? If I had a time machine I would go back and kill that Milton Bradley guy who invented the damned game. But work equals money, and money equals moving out, so I'm stuck. I wish I could just brew beer like my dad. But I move on the 23rd and can start looking for jobs closer to where I'll be living. This month is going to be interesting. More to come :)
"So, this is my life. And I want you to know that I am both happy and sad and I'm trying to figure out how that could be."
That is my last quote from this book, I swear. At least until I read it again :P
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