January 16th
Dear Journal,
There are times that I think that my sister has totally lost what was left of her mind, not surprising either, however, she does make me wonder seriously about her sometimes. I know that she is the creative one of the two of us, however, there are even limits to that if you aren’t really on the ball.
I went on about my business yesterday and left Bri at home to take care of a few things, marketing, finish cleaning up her tailoring messes that happen all of the house and those damned pins of hers. I can’t tell you how many times I have bounced my posterior down on one of them. I hope that she got as lot of the stuff done and that it will be safe to sit on the couch again.
Naturally, I got involved in a bunch of other things and ended up staying away from home over night so that I could finish filling the contracts that we have for a few items, a few more pieces of leather ought to cover it anyway. Yeah, I know that it is weird to take my journal with me when I go out on these trips, however, I’ve found it a good idea when I never really know how successful these trips are going to be due to the size of the contracts these days.
I did decided to visit around some of the places that I haven’t been in a while to see how things are faring. I know that all of the talk right now seems to be about the conflict at the portal and people going onto this new place to protect Azeroth from these Iron Horde. The only problem being is that when or if you decide to do this, you have to join the military again and I am not real keen on that since my last experience was less than stellar – I really hated being stuck with a bunch of Blood Elf females all of the time. That seems to be what everyone is talking about these days although there are still plenty of things still going on here in Pandaria, enough to where we are actually keeping some of the troops here yet. I’m sure they sent the cream of the crop on to this Draenor place.
I got home and the first thing that Brianca hits me up with is the fact that we should go to this new place. No, I’m not about to leave the farm behind and just uproot everything that I have worked for in the last year and go running off to this other place. I tried to explain to her some of the things that I had heard about how to get there and why I didn’t want to go – now she’s off pouting because she thinks it’s a good idea and thinks it’s unfair that I should be the one calling the shots on what she does. Well, if she wants to go, she can go, however, I’m not going unless it’s absolutely necessary.
It just so happens that I like working for the company and I hate the idea of being stuck in some military setting where I always have to jump when some superior ranked person decides that I need to do something differently. Nope, I like my independence and I don’t like being forced into things that I don’t like. If she wants to go, that’s fine, however, she will be doing it on her own. She was babbling about being on the cutting edge of things and getting into get started on her tailoring in the new land – well, does she even now what she means about the “cutting edge” – it’s totally different from what I think she thinks it means and it will take a heck of a lot more knowledge than how to use a pair of scissors to cut through a piece of cloth.
I’ve always been the one to go “first” and to set the pace and try to make things comfortable and as easy as I can for her in the past, even when we were both alive, that’s just how it was. Our parents were always sending us on tasks and Brianca always came in second to catch up after I had done the hard parts, I don’t think that she has a clue what a “war” really means because she really hasn’t been exposed to anything firsthand, she’s always followed me. If she wants to go, I can’t stop her.
We’re sisters and we’re supposed to stay together. Sure, we’ve argued and we’ve had some pretty serious arguments, however, she’s always listened to me. Now, she has been in Pandaria for such a short time and all of a sudden she thinks that she can take care of herself all on her own. I’m afraid of the trouble that she might get herself into and part of me wants to go to protect her and the other part of me wants to let her find out what it’s like on her own. I just don’t want anything to happen to her, she’s the only family that I have left.
No, damn it, she didn’t get all of the pins out of the couch, I just plunked my bum down and stood up looking like a pin cushion again. I don’t want to be a total nag about things, however, if she decides to go off on her own, I hope she takes her stuff with her. She can take that dress dummy of hers with her too because there have been a few times that I have come in late and thought it was an intruder and almost hacked it to bits.
Hazey Smyth
