ode to michael.

when i wrote this, i had a month and two weeks left. now i have four days.

i'm writing this entry about my brother because i love him.
today, i went to souper salad with my brother. i love when we can just hang out and do stuff like best friends. i love picking out clothes for him, since he's colorblind and all. but now, he's pretty selective on what he wears with what and i'm freaking proud of him. :) i've had this goal for the past couple years: to teacher my brother how to dress well and be a gentleman. i'm not trying to brag or anything, but i think i've done a decent job. he knows that brown and black never match. and he knows that opening doors for females is always a nice thing. my brother and i get along so well. i really don't have the words to fully appreciate him. he treats me like a princess even when i yell at him. i gotta tell ya, bro. you've grown up to be such a nice young man.