When I was younger it always seemed my little sister was the
beautiful baby'', my older brother was the Genius'' of the
family, and me? I was the good'' one.
I look at us now, ten years later, my brother didn't grow
up, now he is the ''baby'', my sister turned out to be
the ''genius'', and me? I don't care about anyone but
me.
Isn't that Ironic?

Some people might disagree with this evaluation. I don't
think my brother would agree he is a ''baby'', but
what baby does?
Besides, he is the only one that moved out and lives on his
own; I gotta give him some credit.
;My sister knows she is pretty, she knows she is attractive
but the only reason I doubt her genius is she truly
believes
she is dumb.
,I know some people think I do care about more than myself
but I don't care what they think, I know what I know, and I
know that I don't.
My brother needs to grow up. My sister should stop thinking
about her dumbness and exercise her genius, and me?   I
should learn to get what I want.
Doesn't that sound like a ''good'' plan?

17/Oct/05