Yesterday I was wrestling with my lil bro. We were having fun when he ran fast at me, then I tried to stop him by grabbing his hips. We'll he came and instead of me stoping him, he fell backwards, right on his head. Then of course he started crying. *I was like crap* So I'm like, "I'm sorry I didn't mean too" so I pick him up. I wait five minutes and he's still crying. I'm like, does it still hurt? He's like yes. *I'm thinking all man, I hope I didn't really hurt him* All in all, took him like 30 minutes before he felt better. Them were some long minutes. I thought I might've had to take him to the er or something. Thank God he's ok now.

On to other things. My little sister *yes I spelled it out, hehehe* didn't go to the modeling thing after all. I think she felt the vibe around the house. I think what clinched it was the fact I wasn't going with her because I was going to church. Well, I personally am glad she didn't go. I wouldn't want her to get her feeling hurt at the modeling agency. Even if she did get picked, I don't want her to be a model. *I don't delite in the fact that she'd wear tiny outfits so men can look at it* Besides, if she was a model, I think that would make her less religous. Oh, to Kaliko, I'll try out the rose thing. And Jayne, you know what scares me, what if I don't end up successful. Everyone always says it'll be better, but what if it isn't. This ain't hollywood ya know. Sad stories don't neccesarily end in happy endings.