My Brother and Me

       I feel like I didn't give you enough information on my brother for you to really like and know what he is like, so I am going to tell you all about him. My brother and I are seven years apart, but we are very close. I talk to him every week. When he talked to me about soccer, he was really okay with it. He said that soccer isn't for everyone and that I excel in the academics and should keep doing that if I want to. He said that just because he did it didn't mean that I had to play it or be good at it. Because of growing up with my brother, now we both like a lot of the same things. I love Star Wars, Lord of the Rings, Harry Potter, Pirates of the Caribbean, Dave Matthews, The Killers, Maroon 5, Lady Gaga, Coldplay, and so much more things. I watch him play Call of Duty, and played Star Wars and Harry Potter games on the PlayStation II with him. We both worked together in Indiana Jones: The Original Adventures to beat the game. I watched Pokemon (and still do sometimes) and the original Yu-Gi-Oh series. I would have sword fights with him using sticks. I would play Pokemon with the collection cards with him. My brother is a normal guy, but I tend to think that though I have a girly side with my personality and fashion, I still love some guy stuff. I still miss Yu-Gi-Oh since it stopped airing and hated Yu-Gi-Oh!GX because it wasn't the original. I loved the original Pokemon series just as much and didn't watch it as much when the other spin-offs came on. Sometimes, I do flip to cartoon network in the mornings it airs and watch them when there is nothing else on at the time. My brother and I are closer that average. I grew up learning to like the same things as him, because how could I have know what else to like then?We still hang out when we see each other. We see what new music we have or what new movies look interesting or watch something together or talk about school or see who can get the best score in the latest game we have on our iPods. He taught me how to use my iPod, took me to see the latest movie out, let me hang out with his friends when it was just us home, helped me study for my SAT, and even  helped me straighten my hair when I was desperate and my mom was not there to help me. I have learned other things on my own, of course, but I miss those days of just  being like a guy with my brother because they were fun. My brother is probably the person I most look up to because of how much he has already taught me.I am actually scared that we won't spend as much time together as we both get older. My brother isn't perfect though. He does drink sometimes when he goes out with his friends. When the movie theater didn't let me in when we went to see the 4th Pirates of the Caribbean movie because of the curfew rule and my brother not being 21 yet, He did get one of his friends to sneak me in the movie theater with the fake ID his friend had. He did have to do some community service when he got caught underage in possession of beer but not bad because he didn't drink.(Thank Jesus!) It was just because some of his friends, probably drunk might I add, didn't want to carry it. (They were on the beach when this happened, I think) My mom and dad never found out about this, but my aunt and cousin knew. I think that most of this stuff is legal for him now or will be soon at least. He has some bad spots, but I promise that overall he is good. He still tries hard in class and studies. He is a good brother. I promise you that those are not comparable to all the good things about him. I could not  tell him how much I miss him and love him, but the world is going on and we are both growing up, so you know how I told you I'm moving in with my aunt, well, another added bonus is that it is closer to where my brother goes to college so I will get to see him more. Right now, I live about 2 hrs. and 30 min. from him, I think, but when I move I will be about 40 min. from him. I am excited that I will have a better chance of seeing him more often, but it is hard to remember that he has friends and people that he hangs out with in his free time ,too. I am just grateful for the good relationship my brother and me have together.
        Like my favorite author once wrote. "Don't think or judge. Just Listen"  Do not let the bad things I told you shadow all of thing good things about him that I have and haven't told you.
xoxoxo
Bree

What My Life is Really Like

So . . . I am not much of a blogger.Ha! I haven't written anything since Dec. I am guessing zip people have seen this, but I am okay with it since this is kind of like a diary with every so often actual entries in it. I am leaving my school to go to a kind of old-school school! Ha, a pun! I think! I am going to live with my aunt. It is a very odd situation. I was feeling kind of depressed, but not like the extreme "I am going to kill or cut myself" thing. I just felt lonely. A lot. Sometimes I still do, but it isn't as bad. Next year is when I start my new school. It was not bad shadowing there. The people were nice and it was kind of fun. I almost was on the soccer team this year. I was at practice one day, when I suddenly was just so tired of working. I felt like I could hardly walk let alone run and  dribble a ball between my feet. I went up to Coach and told him I quit. Did I spell quit right? I can't remember and am too lazy to check. Anyway, I said " Coach, I can't do this anymore and I'm so tired." I thought I was about to cry. (I did later though) He told me I would get better and would be in better shape after some more practice and games. We hadn't even had our first game yet. He told me to come back once I got some water, but I was so ashamed that I just called my aunt told her , well, most of what happened just not the no return part that I did. I left without telling him. My mom picked me up. I felt better when I was talking to some guy friends while waiting on her. We talked about how no one liked my coach and joked around about other stuff. Everyone asked why I quit. I tried to be very vague about it. I avoided talking to my brother thinking that if my mom told him which she did that he would be disappointed and upset. You see, he played  soccer in high school. He is in college now. He said it was hard practice. When he finally confronted me about it, He was okay with it he was just a little upset about me not telling him. I love my brother so much. We are very close and tell each other most things like what my parents don't know!Haha! I always am so scared to tell what I really feel or think, but I think I'm starting to realize that maybe it is better sometimes. If I didn't tell anyone how unhappy I really was at my school, then, I might not of every gotten this opportunity to start over with my aunt and uncle, who I am very close to, and , maybe, finally have a BFF who I can tell my deepest secrets to or sleepover with. My life with my mom and dad just won't allow what I think I need, but I won't tell them that because it would hurt their feelings so much, and it will change anyway. That is one thing I'm not telling them even if it does go against what I just told you. More to come at some point!Hopefully!
Hoping for a better life for everyone out there whether you know of me or not,
xoxoxo
Bree