Friday, January 20, 2012

"Are you Esh's sister?!"

I'm finding myself unable to focus on anything remotely responsible and productive, so why not write a blog post to purge myself of this unproductive humor? Don't answer that. Reasons would be, "You aren't finished with your Sterling Schols portfolio!" and "You have a quiz on the non-cyclic electron flow of light reactions tomorrow and you don't even know what that means!" and "You're in a play that opens in two weeks and you're not quite memorized!" etc, etc, etc. But that's why we're not going to answer that question.

So there's just one thing. Little brothers. That's right. Yesterday, I was informed, "Miriam, no matter how hard you try, you will never be as cool as your brother." I knew it in my heart of hearts before, but now it's crawled its way to the surface. None of my siblings knew--or cared to know--a lick of Spanish when I took Spanish classes, but my entire family wants to learn German when he studies German. People will come up to me in the halls and ask if Esh is my brother and I'll say he is, at which they'll wander away with a hazed grin and a distant gleam in their eyes. So it's true, world. I'm no longer fighting it. I will never be as cool as Esh.

Heh. He'll probably kill me for posting that link. :)


  1. No worries, Mir. "Cool" isn't all it's cracked up to be. Besides, Esh has to worry that he'll never be as thoroughly friendly, kind, conscientious, well-rounded and downright perfect as his big sis is. Love you just the way you are!

  2. Would you feel as cool as "Esh" if I started calling you "Mir"? Or how about "Mirm"? That feels cooler.

  3. hahaha you should reread your post. "People will come up to me in the halls and ask if Esh is my brother and I'll say I am." That... doesn't make any sense...