*5:12 PM November 25, 2010
And happy most boring day of the year. Don't get me wrong, I love seeing my family. But there are only so many times I can say "I'm undeclared," before I start feeling completely useless. But the food was really top notch. Not as good as my grandma would have made it, but still, my aunt gave it a solid effort. And the whole process was really hilarious because my grandma is about as cocky as I am and just kept on getting kicked out of the kitchen and saying "They're doing it all wrong."
Speaking of my cockiness, for some reason it was very important to me to be a champ and eat like a man. Probs had something to do with a certain lil' bro of mine... Anyways, I had two full plates of food with stuffing, green bean casserole, mac and cheese, candied yams, mashed potatoes, buttered rolls, and of course turkey (dark and light meat). And then two pieces of cheesecake and a half a chocolate chip cookie... I couldn't finish the cookie... I felt so ashamed and defeated.
I have spent the last week and a half conditioning my stomach for this day. Eating way too much everyday to stretch out my stomach. You may call that sick... I call it dedication.
But now that there is no food to eat, everyone is just tired and bored. And there's nowhere to have the usual Thanksgiving nap because there are literally twenty people in this tiny house.
And someone just broke out Jenga... Things are about to get rowdy.
Love, Me
Got An Essay Due At Eight AM Tomorrow, And NOW I Decide To Blog...
*5:36 PM November 10, 2010
Writing sucks. This cat sucks. She loves me for absolutely no reason. I literally will throw her tiny body across the room, hitting at least one piece of furniture on the way, to get her away from me. Yet she still limps on back into my lap.
But back to writing... I took Art, Piano, and Guitar this semester for a reason. No professor wants to read an essay on the treble clef, hence no essays. However, The CUNY system expects us to have a well rounded education for whatever reason and forces me to take Philosophy and History as well. *Sigh*
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT'S ANNOYING ON A COMPLETELY SEPARATE TOPIC? My sister has ruined yet another article of clothing whilst borrowing it from me without asking. This is why I have a strict policy of NO SHARING. "Sharing is caring"? No, sharing is DUMB. Not only did I wear this shirt ONCE, I bought it this summer so there's no way I can replace it. Doesn't everyone know you don't put flannel in the dryer? Or maybe it's just me and I'm smarter than everyone else... Yup that's it. If only my laundry knowledge matched my Philosophy knowledge so I could write a decent essay without pulling my hair out.
I should just go to the professor tomorrow and tell him that my SISTER'S cat couldn't stop trying to sleep on my laptop so I had no way to type my essay...
The sad thing is that I wouldn't be lying.
Love, Me
Writing sucks. This cat sucks. She loves me for absolutely no reason. I literally will throw her tiny body across the room, hitting at least one piece of furniture on the way, to get her away from me. Yet she still limps on back into my lap.
But back to writing... I took Art, Piano, and Guitar this semester for a reason. No professor wants to read an essay on the treble clef, hence no essays. However, The CUNY system expects us to have a well rounded education for whatever reason and forces me to take Philosophy and History as well. *Sigh*
BUT YOU KNOW WHAT'S ANNOYING ON A COMPLETELY SEPARATE TOPIC? My sister has ruined yet another article of clothing whilst borrowing it from me without asking. This is why I have a strict policy of NO SHARING. "Sharing is caring"? No, sharing is DUMB. Not only did I wear this shirt ONCE, I bought it this summer so there's no way I can replace it. Doesn't everyone know you don't put flannel in the dryer? Or maybe it's just me and I'm smarter than everyone else... Yup that's it. If only my laundry knowledge matched my Philosophy knowledge so I could write a decent essay without pulling my hair out.
I should just go to the professor tomorrow and tell him that my SISTER'S cat couldn't stop trying to sleep on my laptop so I had no way to type my essay...
The sad thing is that I wouldn't be lying.
Love, Me
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