My sister, brother, and..oh right..me.. - Introduction!

Dear Diary,

Yep this is my blog, my space, my words, but my sister and brother deserve an introduction before me. 

Allie-   Age =19

           Sex = Female

           Bra Size = ...

...KIDDING! Calm down Allie. 

Allie is my smart and beautiful older sister (Brownie Points!). She is that classic high school girl who is featured on those awfully depicted high school movies. Nope not the bully. Not the nerd either. She is the girl who the faculty fawns over for both her academics and her personality. She has perfect grades, handful of friends, and, oddly enough, has the blond hair too. She is the cover girl for "Help the Unfortunate" magazine. She volunteers her time with children with special needs and is always looking for opportunities to fundraise money for non-profit organizations. She will be spending her next four yours at the University of Pennsylvania but is now taking a gap year in the holy land of Israel. I am pretty sure you can all visualize my sister at about now. 

Sammy- Age = 8 ("8 and three quarters Andrew!")

               Sex  =  Male (Absolutely positive considering he walks around the house naked)

               Bra Size = Custom Made

Sammy is a cuttttieee piee =] He is one of those kids whose cheeks are BEGGING for some pinching. His daily routine involves a rough day at school learning addition, a brutal hour of doing homework, and an interesting five hours sitting two inches away from the television. I am not kidding. Literally two inches. He disregards the couches that are placed opposite the television and has his own little Spiderman Chair that he places a few inches from the television. Sammy is at his cutest when you get him mad. He is SO unreasonable when he is angry, and he spews out an illogical, jumble of words that have no meaning. Yes, I do, at time purposely get him angry, but hey, what big brother would I be if i did not?

 Allie is my mother's favorite and Sammy is my father's favorite. Allie talks to my mom about all the juicy gossip, and my mom enjoys vicariously living through my sister as a glimpse back at her youth. 

I am not too sure why my Dad's favorite is Sammy. Probably because they 'bond'. Them two have a nightly routine called 'Talk N' Tickle' where my dad visits my brother before he falls asleep and tickles him while asking him math questions. 

So where do I fit inside this sandwich? LOL. I don't. My parents think I am nuts, and they have diagnosed me with middle-child-syndrome. I have diagnosed them with bad-parenting-syndrome. Well to each his own!

P.S. My parents and I have a veryyy good relationship. Love them to death.

Me + Blog = Fate

 Dear Diary,

At age 10, my sister was granted a beautiful diary as a birthday present. It was coated with shades of pink and purple and was encompassed by all the things one may find in one of those Disney fairy tales where the main character is a victim of abusive parents or held captive by a fire-breathing dragon. I watched my sister write in admiration. My sister would tauntingly wave the key to her diary in my face saying "you can't have this. SUXTOYOUR ASSMAR". Her diary was a treasure chest, and I wanted the key. When my birthday came along I crossed my fingers, hoping for my own personal treasure chest. I was told I am a boy; diaries are not for boys. Eight years later, I am replenishing that initial desire. Through the internet, I have found an alternative: my online diary. For granting me such a thrilling opportunity, I thank thy internet for not judging me based on gender, and I thank thy Al Gore for..well..creating such a masterpiece (Misplaced Modifier. But who is watching?)

By the way, using equations as my title will happen often; though, the equations might get more difficult. A PHD in math may come in handy.