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I haven't had the chance to chat with my little sister as much as I would like since I've been here. The few conversations we do have, whether on the phone or through AIM, are hilarious and feel like home. Here's a taste, in no particular order and out of context, because it's funnier that way:

Annika: shouldn't you be in bed

Me: it's only 11

Annika: EEEExactly

Me: homer is intense

Annika: yeah..that cat wasn't messing around

Annika: cuz it's baller stat

Me: ?

Annika: you don't know him personally, do you?

Me: i used to

Annika: so you used to know him?

Me: i wouldn't think he'd remember me, though

Annika: uh..he kinda does

Me: really?

Annika: he thinks he sorta knows you

Annika: i'm so not shallow

Me: what class are you in now?

Annika: classical mythology

Annika: it's pimp

Annika: STEAK!

Me: YUM!

Me: WITH BAKED POTATO!

Annika: BLOODY, JUICY, MOOING STEAK!!!

Annika: yum

Me: AND BROCCOLI!

Annika: uh...

Me: and man, how about those packers?

Annika: on fiaaaa

Damn, I miss that that girl. Props to you, little sista... you work hard, keep finding things to do to follow your passions and keep on rockin' Cornell College to the core.