Thanksgiving ramblings

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I never, ever, ever want to even think about food again. I ate hours ago and am still feeling sick and disgusting. Everything was sooo delicious... so I ate it... and now I'm too full to move. :( I honestly don't even know how to describe how gross I feel!

We ate at lunch. This year, we did it at my house with just me, my mom, and my sister. We did this instead of going to my grandma's house, as my dad's girlfriend's awful brat kids were there. We did have to go visit them for a few minutes, though. Ugh. I'm just thankful that I didn't have to be around them all day!

Anyway, Thanksgiving was pretty good, although both my mother and my sister attempted to ruin it at various times. My sister almost had a screaming fit because she didn't get to use a "fancy pretty coffee cup." Umm, you don't drink coffee, you little brat, so why would you? And why is that a thing worth screaming about anyway?

Then, although it didn't go as badly as I had a feeling it would, my mom and I nearly had a fight at the beginning of the meal. She wanted to say a blessing. Fine. She tried to force me, an atheist, to join in. NOT fine.

Her: I'm going to say the blessing now.
Me: Okay.
Her: Bow your head.
Me: I'd rather not.
Her: Why not?
Me: You know.

My sister was at the table, and I'm not allowed to tell her about gays or atheists for some unfathomable reason. It really pisses me off, actually. She knows that men and women get married, and she knows that some people go to church, so why can't she know these things?

Her: But you need to! You're at the table.
Me: I'll just sit here and let you guys do it.
Her: But--
Me: I'll just sit here and let you guys do it.
Her: FINE.

Why? Just... WHY? She knows I'm an atheist, and I wasn't gonna bother her or anything. She's the one who told me to never let anyone trample on my beliefs anyway. I'm not really mad, though, I guess. I'd rather go through that than spend the day being hassled by awful children with no "indoor voices."

We had some really good food, though! I'm just overly full. Ughhh. I am thankful for that mindblowingly amazing chocolate pumpkin cheesecake. I also don't think I'm gonna be able to eat until maybe this time next year. Soooo full...

In other news, there's this little whiny kitten outside, but it's raining too hard to go outside. Aww. I hope the rain lets up soon so I can go see about it. Poor baby kitty... It's all alone and soaked and hungry. :( I left it a small bowl of food, but I don't know if it's still out there, since it's a little black kitty and it has gotten dark outside.

Also, on facebook FCG is complaining about how badly she wants to go see that kids' movie about hair. Who is surprised? I swear, the second I saw the previews, I immediately thought of her. I am thankful for the crazy freakazoid and all her weird antics. <3

I really need to get motivated to do that history homework this weekend. Eww, this is gonna suck. Why would Mrs. History Teacher give that much homework over break? What the fuck is wrong with her!? (Well, apart from the obvious, anyway. She IS a mega-douchebag on many levels, as we've observed by her picking on non-white students...) I just can't get motivated! It's like I couldn't care less. At least history's not raping my GPA as badly as chemistry, a class I care even less about. I've done 2 and a half out of 7 summaries, none of the questions from the book, and maybe about 15 questions on the worksheet. I REALLY don't want to go back to school. I just want to see FCG. No actual school, please! I guess I am kind of excited to see what working for the school newspaper is like, though. I just don't want any actual classes!

Although I do have to appreciate the fact that my history textbook actually calls someone STUPID AND UGLY. Haha, oh, wow! I totally wasn't expecting anything like that. I was just reading along, trying desperately to find this answer, and BAM! "Her husband was stupid and ugly."


625539's picture

who was the textbook talking

who was the textbook talking about?

nothing is permitted. everything is allowed.

Super Duck's picture

Somebody's husband... Hang

Somebody's husband... Hang on, let me find it again.

Okay, it was talking about Catherine the Great's husband, Peter III of Russia. It says this exactly: "The fifteen-year-old Catherine was intelligent and attractive; her husband was stupid and ugly, his face badly scarred by smallpox."

The Bookworm's picture

My little sister was

My little sister was Catherine the great for a dress-up history project. It was funny and it left my house glittered for a good three weeks.

Super Duck's picture


Is amazing. Hahaha.