I really like Thanksgiving. It's like an intro to the holiday season: heavy food, family, and being warm.
This year was weird; it was just the five of us. It didn't feel very Thanksgiving-y to me. For me, the holidays are a time where all of my cousins are underfoot, in the basement of my grandparents' house, playing all sorts of games, eating things buffet-style, with lots of cookies and snow and the whole clan is just hanging out and all my family. With my grandparents and lots of cousins; not that my immediate family isn't great, but it's just not the same. I sort of want to go back for Christmas.
Brian and I only made one walmart trip, which was surprising. I had some pumpkin pie (my favorite!) and turkey and potatoes and green beans and a roll and some dressing. It was really really good. I love holiday food.
Hung out with Blair and Jack on Tuesday (he still sucks at being kidnapped.) and I recall laughing a lot. Last night, I hung out with Stephen and Lauren and that was also fun. Spankettes on Saturday, I think (sorry, Blair!), so that will be fun. I have quite a bit of homework to do this weekend (an english paper, a math test, math homework, a lab write-up, and some 20k words before monday. Holy crap.) so I ought to get on that. Probably do math tonight because I hate math.
Let's see. I'm watching all the Thanksgiving episodes of Friends, because those are so great. Bones has Zooey Deschanel next week, so that'll be AWESOME. Still want to watch a lot of TV.
I'm really not looking forward to finals. I miss my extended family during this season a lot. It's weird to not have them underfoot. This will be the first year (I think, at least) that we haven't seen any family during either holiday (Thanksgiving and Christmas). That'll be very strange.
Duke has taken over my bedroom; I have dog hair EVERYWHERE. And it's disgusting. No offense...I still love him, but dog hairs are gross to have on your pillowcase.
Have a Happy Thanksgiving, blamberblog readers!
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