i am.
…thankful.
This isn’t really my favorite holiday. I feel like a giant ass saying that. I get dragged to Rhode Island [least favorite state], have to spend the entire day in my grandma’s house listening to my crazy religious uncle in a wheel chair’s spiel about Jesus and why my history textbook is wrong. I can’t really eat any of the food, and the next day I have to rake all of the leaves in my grandma’s yard. It just means a really unpleasant extended weekend.
But I like the whole concept behind it. Giving thanks. I think that’s important. And spending time with your family. I think that’s important too. I was talking to the girl in my art class who abuses benadryl about how she just runs away from family gatherings. That’s not right. It doesn’t matter who you are and who they are, family is family. Maybe they don’t really understand you [when your a teenager, they never seem to do.] Maybe they even think your crazy. But they’re family and you’re obligated to eat one meal with them, grit your teeth and try and talk about “the future” and “careers” and everything that you seem to not want to think about. [Family’s tend to be intrusive.]
Tonight there was this big Friendsgiving party at the Brownawell house. A lot of people were there. I got a phone call just as I was about to get on the ferry and they all passed the phone around and I we all exchanged greetings for about ten minutes. I’m sorry that I missed it, but you know. Family is family. I see my friends almost every day.
This Thanksgiving, when we go around the table saying what we’re thankful for, I’ll probably say family because that’s what you’re supposed to say. It’s the truth, but there are so many more things that are important to me than blood. I’m thankful for living in such a great community where you can walk around at night and not get jumped. I’m thankful for living on a hill, I’m thankful for bus-drivers and light switches. I’m thankful for frozen pizza and veggie burgers. I’m thankful for having friends that can drive. I’m thankful for Tumblr, I’m thankful for all of my friends.
I really am grateful for all of you.
- You put up with me in math class, you listen to my “distraction” stories, you still like me after getting you out. You have one of the biggest hearts I know.
- You make me laugh, even though you sometimes don’t know why. When you smile I smile and that makes me really happy.
- You’re coming around. I’ve known you for forever, but it’s now that we’re really becoming friends. Thanks for letting me sit in your house and drink tea and talk for hours, unannounced. For being my bus buddy and night adventurer and showing me not to take everything so seriously.
- You’re cute. Thanks for giving me hugs and asking me how my day is going.
- Thanks for keeping me warm. And being a good sport about all of the fire jokes. And dealing with me and letting me eat your food.
- Thank you for taking me to an “opera” yesterday. You’re a good kid and I’m glad to hear that you have similar eating habits to the cross country team.
- You’ve changed me; you’ve seen me grow. You took away most of my personal space. Thank you for feeding me and driving me around and going on early morning runs.
- Thank you for your couch, never ending pantry, and small distance to the super market. You let me ride your bike. Thanks for crying about my problems, even when I wasn’t able to.
- Thank you for driving me home from school. And putting up with my small talk. Thank you for listening to me and buying me hot chocolate.
- Thanks for being my closest friend. I’m still working on what I want to say to you.
You all put up with me and sometimes laugh at my jokes and more often than not put me in my place. You give the best advice. You make me smile and laugh and cry and think. You give me rides home, you listen to me, you run with me, you let me copy your homework. Thank you for coming into my life, all of you, and making me the person I am.
Happy [almost] Thanksgiving, buddies.
*Note: I’m grateful for all of the people who give me food.
orange.
I babysat all morning [which really consists of me making them food/knitting/sleeping on the couch] and I still haven’t really packed for the “trip” to Rhode Island/Connecticut/Bowdoin.
Last night was strange.
I’m sitting with my computer on my lap [which my mother doesn’t like me to do] and looking out the window and the space heater is on my feet. There really aren’t any leaves left on my street; you see straight through the trees at the purple sky. It looks like it could snow.
I’m looking forward to that. Snow days, snowy days. Early dismissals. When you wake up in the morning and stick your head out the window and swear that you’ve gone deaf because the snow sticking to the trees and lawn furniture and ground seems to muffle everything. You can see your breath, crisp in front of your face.
Awright. Off to pack for extreme weather conditions.
things. part vi.
…I will complete this break:
- Aly’s scarf.
- Catch up on the Office.
- Two art assignments.
- Draft of my concentration statement.
- History readings.
- Photo essay.
…I hope to do this break:
- Begin my independent/extra credit assignment.
- Call the majority of the contacts on my phone and wish them a happy Thanksgiving.
- Back a batch of cupcakes.
- Meet my social quota.
- Wear boots.
- Talk to Anna Willard.
6.01 pm.
This afternoon: watching Bones for almost three hours, knitting. Thank you for the ride home even though Max intimidates me.
This evening: walking to Tessie’s house and watching a Charlie Brown Thanksgiving with her and Krista, eating pizza, walking around to find Aly and getting hot chocolate.
A very productive day.
I want a pet jellyfish.
via.
hi.
Tim Burton at MoMA.
Look at him at 2:08. Look at how excited he gets. Look at his hand gestures.
This would be great. Let’s go.
8.24 pm.
Winter track is the biggest relief. Besides the return of less than desirable teammates, it was good to get back with an insane amount of people and try to be annoying enough to get them to question their decision of running winter. That’s what they keep me around for.
I’m still in the spoon game. I know who has me. I want to win.
I never got a response from last night’s shark attack. I hope I didn’t injure his voice box.
I hate lab write ups.
I love that this week is only two days.
I got a new thing of knitting needles, so I can resume working on Aly’s scarf/all of my presents for the holiday season.
Tomorrow, I’m hanging out with Aly and Jophus and we’re going to Toys’R’Us and it’s going to be awesome. And then I’m eating pizza. And then I don’t know.
My tongue is burnt and it hurts like a pirate. :[
1. Grab the nearest book. Don’t search around and look for the “coolest” book you can find. Do what’s actually next to you.
2. Open the book to page 123.
3. Find the fifth sentence.
4. Post the text of the sentence along with these instructions.
“What if they are?” he said. “It don’t change what you’ve gotta do, Chick.
You stay in those cages, work with your coaches, and be ready when the time comes.”“Like the sacrificial vessels, the bells were elaborately decorated and sometimes inscribed.”
They are a threat to the staff, their fellow prisoners and theirselves.
I’m not scared anymore.
11.11 pm.
Why am I unable to sit down and do work? I have one and a half figures of skinny runners left to draw, as well as contemplate what exactly I should use as my concentration for the AP exam.
I was thinking something along the lines of movement, either through surrealism or running. The surrealism would probably be executed better through a 2D portfolio, which I don’t want to do, and I love running so much I think I would want this one to turn out better. Just stuff, you know? Like the progression of a runner, from jogger to athlete to pro to after. Before, during, after races. Victory. Defeat. On and off the track. I think it would be neat.
But replacing heads with typewriters is pretty cool, too.
Woe is me.
My house isn’t that quiet. I’m the only one downstairs; even my dog has left me to go to sleep. But the dishwasher is clanking and the fire is just kind of dying [the same fire that made the metal things on my pants really hot and, when I moved, burned me] and I was listening to music before but sometimes I like having the white noise and silence go with “work.” I move a lot, and the floor creaks and the chairs scratch and the house shakes slightly -apparently, I’m really heavy footed. And I really need to finish my homework and stop biting my nails.
Make a wish.
