apparently my brother had a couple of anxiety attacks today, during school. first he went to the nurse, and then the nurse sent him to his counselor. the student counselor told him that he may be suicidal.

this is the behavioral trait of dna that we share.

i don't know what to think of this. ms. carter-perry most likely doesn't know what she's talking about, but my brother did describe some of the procedures and the discussion that he had with her. she is after all a student counselor, and as incompetent as she may be, she had to have gone through some schooling. she wrote a note to our swim coach, telling her not to stick him in the swim meet today, because it was contributing to his stress.

it may seem like a big joke, but my brother has to see the nurse and counselor at least once a week now. why couldn't i get this type of a attention when i was depressed?

on a lighter note, my dad yelled at me today, exclaiming, "YOU'RE THE ONLY WHO THINKS YOU'RE SO SMART! ONLY YOU THINK YOU ARE BETTER THAN ANYONE ELSE!"

i've decided that i want to perform in the jordan one's, at least as a on-and-off trademark shoe of mine, when i become a rockstar and can afford a pair of vintage jordan's. for now, i'm the talent/income-less starving artist, in a pair of cliché chuck taylor's, waiting for the day when i learn to actually learn how to play the guitar.