Hey. It's Thanksgiving and it's not really a party. I had plans to volunteer at the Scera at the exact same time as my Thanksgiving lunch but my plans have been ruined and now i am stuck at home with my crazy family all packed around a table with a dead bird on top. Hooray for Thanksgiving. Honestly i hate Thanksgiving almost more than anything else in the world it's just an excuse to get your family together and criticize as many people as you can, it's like a game; a game that only my grandma can win because no one but my father dares to talk back to her. And when my family isn't criticizing each other we are criticizing something else. In my family it's just easier not to show up to family things and risk becoming the target of the meal, which i feel i have been for the last few, it always starts with a sibling saying how are you and then i reply with ehh because i would really rather be just about any place else. Then my Grandma gets on me about how i never smile and then she just goes on and on about how i am a depressed bum that never smiles and she tries to get a smile out of me which only makes it worse and then we start to eat and my grandma always says something about what i am eating she'll tell me that i need to eat everything that is on the table and every time we get in this huge discussion about me being vegetarian and how i am crazy because meat is a privilege and i should appreciate it and things like that. Then there is usually a weight comment thrown in somewhere and i want to smack her. Luckily she hasn't really seen me so far today so she has just been going off about illegal immigrants and Mexicans which makes me even angrier than her going off at me so this is just awesome. So i hope your Thanksgiving is awesome cause i know mine won't be. On the plus side next year i will live in a dorm and i can just order a pizza and it will be a party. Any one wanna join me?
Random note for the day: Who came up with the word gobble? Why is that the word used to make a turkey noise and a word used to describe eating? Gobble. It's such a weird word.
Heh. Makes me wish I could've been there. I think Grandma Roan would find my rebuttals...Enlightening.
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