ThanksGIVING

I don't understand how in the 7 hours since i have been home i have spent a total of 150 dollars.

WTF?!?!

After spending money on the traditional holiday rentals(Strangers with Candy, Da Vinci Code, and 40 year old virgin. Guess which one my mom picked. Hint: it isn't the Da Vinci Code), i headed to some game store to check out how much a playstation 2 was.

After dealing with an Xbox, i decided to head back to a console i was comfortable with(and which my brother would agree with, cause lets be honest i'm not going to play it that much, but it will occupy his time. Video games are the way to his heart, and to be honest ensures he will be around on Thanksgiving).

150 dollars later, my wallet is a little lighter. I think i can see the flies escaping from my wallet right about now. I am not spending anything else, i don't care if i absolutely feel i need it, i will put it out of my mind and reminder that i work at a job that pays way less than a 20 year old should be making.

But i 'm happy to be home. I left today after my psych class looking at the watch and cute psych guy from the corner of my eye. I wonder why professors drag on class knowing that the last thing we are thinking about is being there. She went on and on about who knows what, then showed a video, and then talk about the video, like anyone cared. When she finally announced we could go the 50 of us who showed up ran out of there faster than a speeding bullet.

My math teacher cancelled class, and i decided to skip out on the other two classes, assuming that i wouldn't be paying much attention anyway, and that no one would show up. I haven't had a sick day yet and used one today to head home.

On the drive home Mike called and wished me a Happy Thanksgiving, and was sorry that i wasn't there to play another Uno game with him before heading home. My mom joked that it was cute, i rolled my eyes but thought it was very nice of him. In a platonic friend way of course.

So here i lay in my favorite spot in my bed, with a cat on one side and another nudging me to rub her head. I suppose it is plesant being home, though the longer and longer i remain away from this place the less familar it becomes to me. The feeling doesn't last long, but i can't help but be aware of it every once in a while.

I am looking forward to the first Thanksgiving i will have on my own. Where i am certain i will burn something, cry out of frustratation in my room, and lack some ingredient that i will go to the corner store trying to retrieve. What would Thanksgiving be without it.

I'm happy to be home though, minus the 150 deficit in my pocket. 2nd to my birthday, Thanksgiving is the best day of the year, christmas comes in a sweet third.