So, my little brother is almost cool. I got off work early, so I got to hear him practice drums (timpani) for all-state audition tapes that he'll make later this week, but I also got to hear him play around on the regular drum set. He needs a band; he has a good sound but needs the fluency of more frequent use. He dresses almost as though he'd be a punk if mom would let him out of the house wearing it. I can't say I ever fit into a particular category except "prep", which is only cool to preps, and which we never felt was particularly cool, either.

Life is going. To quote a quote that I feel is fitting to my mood: "I can't say I'm very pleased with where my life is just now...but I can't help but look forward to where it's going."