I want to just stop and say it right now: I told you so. This year is going to be very interesting. At least…it will be if this is true.

My step-brother thinks his girlfriend might be pregnant.

Oh yeah.

It’s my older sister all over again. He’s even about the same age she was when her boyfriend got her pregnant. I, personally, am excited. I have full baby-blanket-making claim for this one. NO ONE WILL MAKE THAT BABAY A BLANKIE BUT ME DAMNIT. D<

Spaz attack over. Moving on.

I’m about 99% sure she is actually pregnant, but that’s just my intuition talking. Or my false hope. Whichever you prefer.

Benefits from brother having a baby:
1) He has a legitimate reason to quit college. He didn’t want to go in the first place and is perfectly happy working at lego.
2) My parents spend less attention on me and more attention ragging on him.
3) I get another niece/nephew to smother with loveness.

All in all, I think this is a good developement. If it’s true.

On a completely different topic, Eric Whitacre’s music has inspired me to write a story clipit. If you care to read it, tell me what you think.

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A step. That was all it took. A step onto dewy green grass and a glance to the sky. That was all it took for her to be his. The clouds burst open and scattered the world with light, distracting him while a body appeared. An angel, he thought, as the scene turned grey in the after math. Surely she was an angel. The young woman before him glistened with rain drops, only wearing a faint golden robe thin as air. She was smiling slightly, her dark eyes and hair bringing a contrast to her blinding aura. Who was she? She stepped toward him. What was she? Her arms wrapped around him with a surprising force. Her lips found his ear.

“Beautiful.”

And just like that, she was gone.