Someday she's gonna do something spectacular.

I wish you could meet my sister. Sure we're similar--we're sisters--but she's got this snide, cruel wit that I lost after living in Japan (although sometimes I wonder if I ever had the same burning rage she has sometimes). And she blogs. Migrated to myspace awhile back if you didn't notice. I don't link to her because she likes to use my comment section for catharsis, but I do encourage you to check out her writing. For example, here's a gem from today's entry:

For some reason, I feel like I'm not living up to my potential. Don't get me wrong. I love my boss and would jump in front of a train to save her, and I love my job, because I have lots of perks/freedom… but I'm not happy-go-lucky about working. On the slow days, I find myself wasting away at an office job, counting down the hours until 5:00pm. Waiting for work to be over, only to go home and recuperate for the next work day. It's the endless cycle of work. Apparently, there are supposed to be enough "good things" in life to balance this all out. With the exception of my "once-a-week," I have yet to find them.

Then I start panicking. If I don't like where I am, why not find somewhere else? No, I like where I am, I'm just afraid of what other people think of where I am. It's all really shitty. Am I wasting my life away? Fuck. I'm chaotically running around in terror. The end is near! What am I doing with my life? Is this all there is to life? Simply wash, rinse, and repeat? Why am I not out saving the world?

Ding!

It's 5:00pm.

Seriously, someday she's going to figure it all out and write something that will dazzle the world. It's only a matter of time.