I'm sorry I havent been posting much lately...

... I couldn't think of much to say.


But I thought of something now.


Ok, are you ready? Are you sitting down? This is gonna be a huge shock....


My five year old brother ditched school today.

I kid you not! He really ditched school! And he's FIVE! Apparently, his friend.... umm... let's call him Joe, OK?

K, so Monkey and Joe were out at recess and when the teacher calls them all to come in, but they don't want to, cuz they know when they go in they're gonna havta take this math test. Monkey hates math almost as much as me, and apparently so does Joe, so Joe said they should run away and go to Joe's house. So they sneaked out of the school and walked to Joe's house.

So within 5 minutes or so the teacher figures out they were missing. So they searched the whole school first, and then started taking teachers aides and parent volunteers around to the neighborhoods near the school. So apparently Joe's house was unlocked, and Joe and Monkey were in there, and they must've left the door open or something, cuz when the school got there they found Joe and Monkey sitting around playing on Joe's DS!

So they got dragged back to the school and lectured by the principal (Monkey was bawling his eyes out) until I got there to pick Monkey up. It was really tense in there.

So I took him home and made him hot chocolate (cuz he was bawling his eyes out) and told him he was in BIG trouble (like he didn't know that already) and then.... we layed around and watched Star Wars.

I didn't really know what to do with him, ok? Cuz, like, he just got this BIG lecture, and had been bawling his eyes out for, like, an hour, and I'd given him a lecture, too, and he was gonna get 2 more lectures when Mom and Dad came home, and I remember when I got in big trouble last year (but I'm SOOO not telling you guys about that) and how I felt so bad and I already knew I did something bad and felt terrible about it, and, like, people didn't need to keep beating me up about it when I was already beating myself up about it.... so I figured if I felt that bad when I was 12, he's gotta feel a lot worse when he's only five... so I just sorta... dropped it.

Mostly. I actually brought it up a few more times, just to make sure he didn't get too comfortable. ;)


Oh, and I threw up AGAIN last night.

Bye.