I have done a pretty sucky job at being consistent with this whole 30-day challenge thing. Alas. But you know what, as long as I finish, I am going to consider it a victory. Plus, sometimes, you just have better things to do than to blog about your sisters. Like actually hanging out with my sisters. For Real.
Day 6: My Siblings.
Going home means a few things-- It means watching TONS of movies and Tv that I haven't really missed. It means my cat not my fish. It's eating Grandma's stuffing over the Great Hall's stuffing. It means sleeping in and staying up late (which never happens) and SISTERS.
My sisters are my best friends, my companions from the time they were born to forever. We fight, we laugh, we cry, we are hilarious, and I love them. I am so thankful (it's thanksgiving, I'ma exploit it) that I have them in my life. A lot people will say they wish they had a brother, or and older sister or a sibling that they don't have. Not me. I am really glad that my sisters are mine.
Brittany, The middle sister.
And she is a classic middle sister. She is stubborn and hardheaded, but more loyal than really any other person that I have ever met. She loves with everything that she has, and she will fight for the ones that she loves with reckless abandon. Sometimes she will claim that she "doesn't like people" which means she just gets irritated easily by stupid people, which makes sense. people are dumb. But once she is your friend, she will stick by you. She's my opposite- tan, small, athletic, snarky, and just a little bit crazy. But all the good ones are just a little bit crazy.
Nichole. The babe.
Oh and she is the babe. Center of attention. And so weird. She is the mix of Britt and I. Not sure if that is a good thing, but she is. She is an athlete and social and unique and a Nesbitt. She is just as stubborn as Britty, and just as dominant as me. She loves doing new things and lives life on the edge, really all the time. She is dynamic. And funny. She's four years younger than me and has had way more dates than I have. Boys cannot resist the Coco. And who is going to argue with them.
Day 6: My Siblings.
Going home means a few things-- It means watching TONS of movies and Tv that I haven't really missed. It means my cat not my fish. It's eating Grandma's stuffing over the Great Hall's stuffing. It means sleeping in and staying up late (which never happens) and SISTERS.
My sisters are my best friends, my companions from the time they were born to forever. We fight, we laugh, we cry, we are hilarious, and I love them. I am so thankful (it's thanksgiving, I'ma exploit it) that I have them in my life. A lot people will say they wish they had a brother, or and older sister or a sibling that they don't have. Not me. I am really glad that my sisters are mine.
Brittany, The middle sister.
And she is a classic middle sister. She is stubborn and hardheaded, but more loyal than really any other person that I have ever met. She loves with everything that she has, and she will fight for the ones that she loves with reckless abandon. Sometimes she will claim that she "doesn't like people" which means she just gets irritated easily by stupid people, which makes sense. people are dumb. But once she is your friend, she will stick by you. She's my opposite- tan, small, athletic, snarky, and just a little bit crazy. But all the good ones are just a little bit crazy.
Nichole. The babe.
Oh and she is the babe. Center of attention. And so weird. She is the mix of Britt and I. Not sure if that is a good thing, but she is. She is an athlete and social and unique and a Nesbitt. She is just as stubborn as Britty, and just as dominant as me. She loves doing new things and lives life on the edge, really all the time. She is dynamic. And funny. She's four years younger than me and has had way more dates than I have. Boys cannot resist the Coco. And who is going to argue with them.
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