A belated Happy Thanksgiving to all you lovely readers.
I woke up late again yesterday. I've been doing that all week, but not because I'm too lazy to get up; I'm just sleepy. Super-late-night conversations will do that. I ate some Cheerios, but skipped lunch because I wasn't hungry and Thanksgiving dinner is at 3 or 4 o'clock, anyway.
We made the trek to House #1, my maternal grandparents. Grandma loves to cook, and yesterday was no exception. I didn't eat a lot, but I ate enough. As I was helping my mom bring in the dishes after dinner, I noticed a mug in the microwave. Grandma's a coffee drinker, so I asked her if she kept a mug in the microwave. She laughed and told me it was the milk for the mashed potatoes -- she'd forgotten to put it in. I had wondered why her potatoes were so much thicker than usual, but they were still good. Granddaddy made his yearly appearance at the table (he usually eats in his recliner in the living room, watching tv), my only older cousin, Labrons, showed up, and everyone laughed at me. I swear, it's not a holiday unless they talk about me. It's like, "Hmm, we've run out of stuff to talk about. Let's talk about Lindsay!" Like I'm not even there. It sucks.
Then to House #2: my paternal grandfather and Bridgette. Bridgette's family came up from... wherever it is they're from. We went in and through the hug line: Bridgette, Aunt Linda, Uncle Wade, someone's mother, Papa, and some woman I've never seen before in my life, but she's a relative, so she gets a hug. My dessert was good: rich-flavored pound cake like my mom makes and vanilla ice cream. There was this huge bucket of ice cream in the freezer. It was heavenly. Yummy, too. I retreated downstairs after I ate to talk, watch the Game Show Network (I love
Family Feud), and read. I finished Shopaholic #2 and discovered that I'm just as bad at cell phone bowling as I am at regular bowling. I just don't have to wear those uncomfortable fluorescent shoes (they do glow bowling).
We got home at about 11:45, in one piece despite my dad's drinks. Mom's usually less drunk than he is, but I suppose they were even last night. I talked on the phone with Greg for a while, and finally got to bed near 2am.
So, it's no surprise that I didn't wake up until 11:30 today. My parents went out Christmas shopping. I prefer to stay in on Black Friday. She called my cell phone earlier (which I'd left on), but by the time I noticed the little beeping noises in the background, she'd hung up. My hand was asleep, too, and it had marks in it from the sheets; I guess I slept heavily last night. I was irritated and half-asleep, so I shrugged it off and rolled back over.
So now I'm getting acclimated to the smell of burnt ravioli (???), trying to do enough of my break work to go out tomorrow night. Not that my parents won't let me, 'cause they don't usually say no. And my outline isn't really due until Tuesday, and I'm already early with my applications. Except that I haven't done my essays. I hate essays. At least there are some decent questions: "The arts, like food and water, are a necessity for true civilization." I can work with that.
New guestbook layout. I found the picture on an NIH page, complete with the song and lyrics. Ah, nostalgia. Also, I have a theory: 1024x768 resolution is for people with good eyes. People with glasses already hate squinting.
Friday Five: Purchasing.
1. Do you like to shop? Why or why not? Generally, yes. I dislike clothes shopping because it makes me feel fat (which I
so am not), but getting new clothes is always fun.
2. What was the last thing you purchased? I got a bunch of stuff at Target, but nothing since then: two CDs, new lip gloss, and various other things that don't matter to anyone but me.
3. Do you prefer shopping online or at an actual store? Why? Usually the store is better. I rarely buy clothes without trying them on. I like to actually hold a book before I commit to buying it. And I can never remember everything I went in for, so wandering around a store helps. Sometimes.
4. Did you get an allowance as a child? How much was it? No. My parents still give me money when I ask for it, but they've never really given me money arbitrarily.
5. What was the last thing you regret purchasing? A binder. I realized the style was all wrong once I got home, and I keep forgetting to return it when I go out.
