Odd...indeed, odd

Do yall know my little sister?  Oh man, you should.  I mean, this girl is quite the character, and I mean that in every way possible.  She is 25, I am 29.  She has light hair, I have dark hair.  She got the long legs in the family.  She's got more spunk than everyone in North America combined.  She floats between styles like it's her job--she can be a surfer chick one day and a southern belle the next.  She's not afraid of much.  She takes risks and is always up for trying something new.  She has a need for speed.  She is really good at doing impressions of people, but her best act is by far Kip from Napolean Dynamite.  She'll dish it, and most of the time she can take it, but sometimes she'll flip that script on you and let that temper flare.  When she is sad, she resorts back to being a 3 year old baby girl...when she is angry, she's tougher than a prison inmate on death row.  She marches to the beat of her own drum.  Sometimes, it's not even a drum, it's like a whole other instrument that no one has ever heard of.  She can do a stupid human trick with her stomach and make just the middle of it pop out.  Her and I both have a lazy eye on command.  She cut her own hair when she was little. She was a "boy" for a year or two.  She finally has learned to love her smile.  She is really athletic and she loves that I'm not.  She looks great in stilleto heels and Air Jordan high top basketball shoes.  If she were able to remember algebra like she can remember lyrics to a song, she'd be a genius.  She has unreal stories to tell--some are about her mistakes and others are about her successes.  She is a great artist.  She loves her Boxer.  She is a free-spirit.  She sometimes doesn't have food or shelter, but always has her nails done and the newest iPhone.  She loves her long hair.  She has broken some hearts and had her heart broken.  She doesn't like to admit she is wrong.  She earned a scholarship.  Some of my best friends are her best friends too.  She has lots of nicknames.  One time, she and I had a laughing attack during a wedding and absolutely could NOT pull it together.  She can gain and lose weight really fast.  She has been in an accident in a car, on a moped, and on a skateboard.  Her coping mechanism is to flee.  When something goes wrong, her knee jerk reaction is always to call Dad.  She has a good memory, but remembers very random and useless things.  She has a weakness for Oreos.  She likes to hunt.  She is whitty.  She has burned some bridges.  She has traveled cross country.  She demands Mom when she is sick.  She wears cheap make up.  She speaks before she thinks.  She has regrets. She loves. She is who she is.  She is mine.