since you've been gone

no, i'm not gonna say "i can breathe for the first time". that would be rude. great song, though :) it's been a while since i've talked to you, so i figured today would be as good a time as any other. not a lot has gone on. we went camping last weekend. kind of. everyone except me, mom, brian and dad did. we went up for the days, but went home for the night. it was just at buena vista so it wasn't a big deal to drive there and back. the last day, it was raining and the wind was so hard we went to aunt dana's and uncle mike's for breakfast. we got there about thirty minutes before uncle mike and aunt dana did, but she gave us the number to their security pad. we looked everywhere around the house for the damn thing. the neighbor thought we were breaking in. we looked around again. we finally found it. in plain sight. oh, their dogs barked at us too. never came near us, but the big one barked so much he blew out his bark box :) haha, that sounds funny. bark box... anyway, when everyone else got to the house, bryce was the first one in and he was all O.o when he saw us in the house already. his face was priceless. aunt dana showed us a picture. remember the one that's got tiffany in it? well, we buried a copy of that picture with you. and now you're in the picture, like in spirit form. seriously, it's so creepy. but anyway, after the picture was brought up, aunt jann and uncle james started talking about ghost towns and a ghost in their house... i'm kinda scared to go to their house now. i've already been there once, but i didn't know it was literally being haunted. just thinking about it freaks me out. oh, by the way. i'd really, really appreciate it if you'd stop yelling at me in the middle of the night. i like my sleep, okay? especially when i'm not feeling good. anyway, i just wanted to talk for a little bit. i started missing you. i thought about putting the sound of music in, but when i thought about it, it made me cry. i can't watch that movie without you. i can't watch julie andrews' version of peter pan, either. i can't listen to christy lane songs, either. or anne murray. i can't listen to a lot of songs without thinking about you. i feel like a wimp when i start crying out of the blue in public, but if anybody has a problem with it, they can just go fall off a cliff. it'd serve them right. ah, that phrase brings back some memories. i remember when i was about 7 or 8 we were in my bedroom and i was supposed to be going to sleep. i don't remember exactly what you were doing, but you were like, not even paying attention to me, and i was being really obnoxious to get your attention, and my beanie babies fell on my head, and i said "THAT HURT!" and you said "serves you right". i guess i should get to bed. it's almost 2 am and i know you're gonna be waking me up in about an hour or two, EVEN THOUGH I ASKED YOU NOT TO. but i'm gonna go now. i love you.

love, peanut