Fun fact... My sister has agreed to come to my graduation (a pleasant surprise) but can only afford to fly one way, so she has to drive down here with my parents and little brother. I believe that this is Karma finally getting her back for trying to kill me that one time when I was six. By the time she gets through the inevitable 18 hour drive (with the slow Dad-driving and constant stops to calm my mother) and arrives in Provo, with all the screaming and poking and complaining and bad driving, she'll be rocking back and forth in the fetal position and muttering nonsense words. She's going to crack. This should worry me but instead it brings a sick smile to my face and, occasionally, an evil laugh to escape. The world is a beautiful place.