The Spot

I haven't been writing as much as I usually would lately. Partly because not much is happening: my interesting life went on vacation when exams started to loom.
I'm also enjoying some extensive correspondence and an outlet's an outlet.
Still, this is my saving grace: it keeps me in touch. One of my most grievous flaws is my inconsideration [as my parents like to put it] or my aloofness [as Em puts it]. I am entirely capable of ignoring family and friends when something or someone else keeps me going. [This drives my parents insane! I'll call them when I need to, and ignore them when I'm happy. It's true]
Luckily Em and I have this in common. When we're together we share everything, but when she's with Michael forget it. I haven't really heard from her in months, and most of the time I don't notice. I wish she was here, but since she's not, m'eh. We'll still be sisters when I see her again. She's not going to change that much.
But we're freakish together, and I should make more of an effort for everyone else. I will. I promise.

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