Well... it seems my older sister, Vicky - the sister I rarely talk to - and I are more alike than we both realise, according to my mum. And we actually agree with each other, and can see that our oldest sister has become a right, stuck-up, pretentious bitch within the last year - since meeting her new boyfriend. That's the problem, btw. It is for me, anyway.
Because I'm no all that impressed by big words, despite having The Complete Works of Shakespeare and a Collins English dictionary and thesaurus on my bookshelf. I know... ironic.
I actually have rather cruel, angry, brutal rant in my head about the whole situation with my sister, regarding how I feel. But don't know if it's wise to post it here...?