Hmmmm...I haven't written in quite sometime and as a result, I fear I'm a little rusty at the skill of blog-writing, so you'll have to excuse me for any mishaps I make along the way.  First and foremost, I'd like to appologize to my dwindeling fan base for not keeping you more informed and entertained in your daily quest for...I don't know what...whatever it is that you all are searching for in life.  With that being said, please don't hold it against me.  I am but one person in the world and my words, however humurous and insightful they sometimes may be, are very humble and insignificant in the grand scheme of things.  So why do I even write then, and to approximately 6 people at that, 3 of whom actually ever leave comments on here?...Well, that is a very good question indeed, and one I fear I am unable to answer at this time.  I suppose one possible reason is that I just love to write-- for the pure and simple sake of expressing myself and all the crazy little thoughts and ideas that pop into my head.  Another possiblity is that I have no life.  This too, is very likely.  But let's not jump to any conclusions, especially ones that make me look slightly retarded and uncool. 
   This week has been nothing short of interesting, filled with contradictions and confusions and chaos and coolness, all wrapped up into one super-duper week-long package.  The four "C's" this week include boys of course (when does my life not consist of boys in some way, shape or form), friends, and the other "f" word: FAMILY.  For, Thanksgiving is a time of bonding, of solidarity, of lots and lots and lots of food, and lots and lots of interesting and sometimes unavoidable conversations, like those with my great-grandmother that seem to always revolve around a female body part of some sort.  Mostly boobs and asses.  You know, I really didn't care to discuss the size, nor shape, nor anything related to my mother's boobs, but because my grandma is old and already mad at the world for letting her get that way, I decided to let her have her fun with subject anyway.  My friend Laura whom was present in the conversation, kindly excused herself from the table. I didn't blame her. In fact, I envied her ability to do so.  But I stuck it out like a true champ, and when I finally dropped my great-granny off at her condo after the days festivities had come to an end, I felt a huge weight lifted off my shoulders.  Conversations in which you will never have the last word or be right even if you are, and to agree with things to which you absolutely disagree, is a huge relief to finally be freed from.  I love my great-grandmother beyond comprehension...but damn can homegirl drive you crazy.
   The food was good, the company (for the most part) was good.  My parents were there with my sisters as well as a new addition to the family: a Cocker Spaniel thinga majiggy mixed with some other thinga majiggy to make one cute, but very odd-looking Cocker Spaniel Mixajiggy.  In short: they got a dog and the dog is a male and this male dog has a name and that name is Rusty and he is very cute and stands with his paws out to both sides like a ballerina. I love him.  Moving on...
   I'm sitting here at the moment, with a cold. I've been sick twice this month.  I have a doctor's appointment today to check out my leg which I hurt earlier this month.  Cross your fingers.  Hopefully it's getting better. I don't really know.  In other news-- I'm confused about boys and life and why I'm confused at all and why my head is about to explode from thinking so much about the confusion that the boys and life have caused, and I think I need to lay down now before this confusion leads to some serious mental damage.  But before I lay down, I have made a short list of what I am thankful for and I have decided to share it with you. Feel lucky:

I AM THANKFUL FOR:
1). Hats to cover up bad hair days (like I have today)
2). Boys
3). The way boys can be wonderful and aggrevating at the same time but never cease to amaze you all the while
4). Indie Rock
5). Femminist Riot Grrrrl rock
6). Kathleen Hannah and her contributions to the abovementioned
7). My mom and dad for bringing me into the world, which really should have been number 1 on this list.
8). Just kidding, God should be number one on this list.
9). My stepmom's little cornbread muffins. Perhaps I am pregnant, I've been craving this nearly daily...wait, no, I shouldn't joke about that...
10). I was totally joking about the pregancy thing, which I suppose is the ninth thing I am thankful for (NOT being).
11). Where the hell is my step mom's cornbread?  I just looked for it cause talking about it made me hungry...someone took it. grrrr...
12). Green apple Smirnoff Ice.
13). not having a penis-- hermaphotiditism is just weird.
14). Having a fully functional brain and the ability to sometimes use it
15). little doggies.
16). My friends whom will always be like family to me
17). Successfully kidnapping Laura on Thanksgiving and forcing large portions of Turkey and stuffing down her throat. 
18). Guys who can kiss well...
19). Caffeine, to which I owe my health, happiness, sanity, teeth that will never be Crestfully White, bad breath that requires gum, and making it to my morning classes-- not on time, but always with zest (not because I'm happy to be in class, but because caffeine has been scientifically proven to raise one's metabolism and energy level :-) 
20). Life, liberty, and the pursuit to say whatever the hell I want to say in my blog entries. Like: "Brittney Spears is an ugly, man-using whore. Don't ever buy her records again!"
Same goes for Paris Hilton...

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