*pokes head into internets* Miss me yet?

....Didn't think so. Sad face.

I'm concerned about what kind of English major I'll be if I can barely whip up the passion (ooo kinky) to keep up with this blog (ehh not kinky) for a few months. It would probably help if I had an exciting life to blog about, but as I've said before, not much happens to me. I'm pretty much an only child in a house that used to be full of life. Yeah it does suck, thanks for asking.

All my brothers have moved out, and without them around, this house is as dull as a tomb. Sigh, I feel bad for kids with tiny families, being in a big family is awesome! How big is my family you ask? Ha, well, we aren't as many as the Dugger mob, but we always thought that six made a respectable clan. Yeah, six. And that's just the kids. Eight people used to live in this house. Now we have...three. Myself, a male parental unit, and a female parental unit, whom I call Pop and Momma, respectively. They are boring, as parental units generally are. They also see me as a pig-tailed, useless, drooling infantchildbaby, rather then the confidant, chill, slightly less then sane adult that I am. I don't want to spent time dithering on about my struggles on THAT particular subject, so we'll move right along...

Oldest Brother, also called Doctor Brother, is the oldest of my siblings (just in case the name was a bit obscure). He's very cool, is an excellent photographer, has a cat, and whats to be a doctor when he grows up. Oldest Brother will be turning THIRTY this Winter! WOAH! He'll be eight years older then I am, but I don't think I'll EVER be that old! Thirty...isn't that pretty much dead?

Southern Brother lives in the South with his wife and their dog. I will be visiting them next week, and since he's pretty much my favorite sibling (and it's not entirely because he reads my blog....and buys me stuff....and has a doggie....), I'm sure that I will have at least ONE story to share with everyone when I return. Last time I visited, he almost burned the apartment down, maybe this time he will succeed!

Army Brother lives close by with his wife and their cat, he is the meanest of the brothers. He is always and forever picking on me and teasing me. I think he feels that since he is the only sibling left in-state, he needs to be as annoying as all five of them combined. Sigh. It would be easier if he wasn't so darn RIGHT all the time!

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Sporty Brother is the stereotypical 'cool' guy. He likes sports, plays guitar, is charming, is the best looking one (after me of course), and is really clever. He's the kind of guy that kids see, and think 'I wanna be as cool as that guy when I grow up!'. Someday I want to be cool....just like Sporty Brother....

This is where I come along in the Birth Order. Hello! It's me! Your lovely blogger!....moving on....

Air Force Brother, or as I prefer calling him, Little Brother (see, it's ironic, cause he's taller then me....then all of us I believe come to think of it). Sadly, he and I have a lot to get through before we can be as close as we used to be. I love him like crazy, but he has so much growing up to do, but he is so desperate to 'prove himself' to us that he forgets how awesome he could be without all the drama.

Apart, we are all totally awesome, but together, the six of us united become an unstoppable force. I'm never afraid of anything when The Clan is around. It's what I miss most about my childhood, the feeling of belonging, and of safety that I felt being part of such an undeniably awesome family. I know you're jealous.

Oh and we all have super powers .