I HATE THANKSGIVING.
End of story.
Like I wasn't FAT enough.
My mom made pie.
And fudge.
And many other goodies.
I had to hang out with my family all week.
Including my clinically insane aunt.
And my bipolar uncle who thinks he's going to be the next big country star.
And little kids who wake up at 5:30AM.
Then want to play Rock Band with me and make me lose ten seconds into the song.
Eventually, I unplugged their instruments and told them they were still playing.
They bought it.
LOL.
Then I got one of these:
[link]I got pretty good at it.
Then my dad broke it this morning.

And for the record, they ARE available in stores. You can buy them at Wal-Mart for like three bucks.
And four-year-old girls are terrified of them.

My mom just called... she's buying me a new one.
Pink. :3
Now I have to break it in again....
Whatever.
I have to write an essay for math about whether I think card counting is cheating. At least 3 paragraphs. WTF?!
I'm pretty much done.
I'm gonna go force myself to puke.
Bye!