Oh, Brother...

I'm currently listening to: "All Things Considered" by Yankee Grey

My brother is great. Well, for a little brother, anyway. Wait a second, that doesn't quite work... my brother isn't little. He towers over my 5'2ness by at least ten inches, so little just doesn't cut it. He's two years younger than I am, and is a senior in high school.

In comparison to yours truly, my brother is somewhat popular. He actually had a fan club for a little bit, as far as I know. He plays volleyball on the varsity team, and has been carrying on the legacy of the Tonelicci kids as a part of the Drama Club. (I was involved with all eight plays through my high school career, as well as our in-class play of Julius Caesar. The latter still gives me nightmares.) Unlike Athene and I, my brother can drive.

His hair is currently bleached blond, and he plays saxophone in both the Jazz and Marching Bands. He's the sort who'd invest a great deal of money in a pair of sunglasses that would be likely to last him a long time. He could also draw circles around me. Literally. There are two oil canvas paintings in the living room that he painted, just because he wanted to. And they both turned out beautiful. I'd be jealous, but we each inherited some trait from Mom. He just happened to get the lion's share of artistic ablility. Christina recived grace and presence. I have endless, rarely tappable creativity. (I can see the tip of the iceberg... I just want to know how deep it goes... maybe that's the real reason behind starting this 'blog.) He has this inked drawing of an angel- it's beautiful. Maybe, if he lets me, I'll scan it in.