I miss my sister. I miss her like hell. I'd kill for her to come back, right about now. It doesn't matter now how much we fought. I need my little sister. =( I need her to keep me on the straight and narrow, defend me when I need defending, tell me I'm being stupid when I'm being a fuckwit. I have to do it all myself now. I might drive up to see her. Monty could do with the drive and I haven't taken him that far yet. I know she needs me too. My new school was stressful today. I sat in the central city library and read Impressionist books. And ate coffee cake from the French bakery. It was nice too, I might add. Anything to avoid actually seeing students, actually seeing people.