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Nov. 22nd, 2007 | 09:14 pm
mood: fullfull
music: aeroplane, 1929 - "flag and crucifix"

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone.

I'm very full.

I'm killing time before I watch a movie with my mom. I can hardly move. Haha. It's a good thing, though. I may need to start running in between my classes to work this off, but...oh well.

Got a couple things done today. I cleaned my fish tank, which was in desperate need of a good washing. The water was really low...and orange. Two of the little plastic plants were floating around. The filter was filthy. Now, it's nice a clean and the fish are lively. I wasn't worried about them dying this time, though. I can tell when they get lethargic that the tank is in really bad shape, but this was not THAT bad. I cleaned Pablo's cage last weeks, so all the wildlife in my room live in clean habitats now.

I sent out my short story to a couple interested parties. Surprisingly, my cousin requested a read, so I sent it to her. I haven't even heard from her in...months. But, that's cool. Maybe I'll start doing it this way more often. It's nice knowing who's reading it...that people are reading it at all. I must thank Rob, again, for his kind words yesterday. *muah* If anyone wants to read my latest short story, you'll have to send me a message/comment with your email address.

Wrote Elizabeth back. Wrote Mike back.

Read some NY Times articles. Ugh, this world is fucked.

Helped Mom with the cooking. I made corn pudding! It's not very hard, but if anyone can mess up food, I'm the one. I helped with some other stuff, too, but mainly non-food-related stuff. My mom's not that stupid. Just 'cause I didn't fuck up one item of food doesn't mean I wouldn't find a way to mess up another.

Mike wrote me back. It'll have to wait. Too full. Too sleepy.

Dinner. Sooooo good. I'm so full. We didn't even have desert. Just loads of turkey. My cats were going nuts. Apparently, turkey is Miss Kitten's favorite food. She was crying for turkey before it was even out of the over. The cats may have eaten about as much as I did...and they still wanted more once I was full.

I helped clean up a little and then I laid on the couch...flat on my back...unable to move. Kitten jumped up on me and made herself comfortable. She's been very clingy since I've been home. I don't think she likes it when I tour or when I'm out all weekend. When my door opens in the morning, she jumps in and attaches herself to me. It's kind of nice; I have to admit. She's a bitch to everyone else. She's a bitch to me too, most of the time, but sometimes she can be very pleasant. (And - who am I kidding? - she's a cute kitten and I love her dearly.) This evening was an example of that. She rested herself on my chest, facing me, and just started purring. My parents were both upstairs and the lights were off downstairs expect for the garland Mom and I put up. It was quiet and I can feel Kitten purring. It was cute. It's little moments like that that make me thankful that I managed to get through the last couple of years alive.

So, I'm going to go watch a movie with Mom and Katie (another cat, but she lives in my parents' room; thus, I don't see her too often). Then, perhaps I'll mingle on the Internet. Maybe I'll write Mike back, but I'm not sure I'll have enough brain cells active for that. Jess is home, but not online. :( I am chatting with the lovely Katharine.

This Aeroplane, 1929 EP is really fucking good. I've been listening to that, the AA Bondy record, and the Bonzie demos for the last three days. Oh! I listened to I Am The Avalanche yesterday because Katharine played it on the ride to Philly. It's so good. I Am The Avalanche and Colour Revolt: stop being chumps and put out records! I listened to some Movielife 'cause I felt like torturing myself and some Saves The Day because I got "At Your Funeral" stuck in my head. (Not that that's a bad thing...especially since I had Panic! At The Disco stuck in my head before that.)

I'm losing it. It's been a long day.

Jess Perry: you should be online.

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from: rather_forget
date: Nov. 23rd, 2007 09:15 am (UTC)

God, I fucking love Thanksgiving. Especially immediately after tour, where I lived off of fried dough and powdered sugar. And some other stuff, but beignets pretty much owned me. Having some real food was quite a treat.

I got your IM/text a little while ago, and I was giddy like an asshole. But that's the way he makes me feel all the time, so that's to be expected.

Judging from your entries and the minimal correspondence throughout my trip, it seems that we have a lot to catch up on.

Our flight was at 7 AM, and Catherine and I sacrificed sleep for coffee and beignets (surprise, surprise). So, I only slept for an hour before the flight. Around 6 PM, I got into bed with the intention of "relaxing," but that was absolutely hopeless. Woke up around 3:45, and now I am sure my sleeping schedule is officially fucked for today. But, that explains while I was not online/freaking out about the online-ness of certain individuals.

Miss you, love you, and I have a small gift for you upon our meeting. :)


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