Oh Thank Heaven

I could really go for a trip to a 7-11 right now. Not the one downtown, but a Taiwanese one.

Another Thanksgiving has come and gone, and what can I say about it? I read 800+ pages of assigned reading, and then some more pages for my two term papers I am avoiding, all the while completely ignoring my Anal Chem duties. Played Operation for the very first time and racked up some dough. Made a great pun about dough that has since been forgotten, but was no doubt appreciated at the time. Shook hands with members of a band that had better become a lot more famous to keep my story from sinking into lame (I think I was at their house?). Many a cracks were made at the expense of George W., ethnic minorities, and each other. I love being brought together by put downs. Spent a great portion of the week in a purple fleece poncho, because it kept me warm and so long as I closed my eyes whenever I passed by the mirror, I didn't have to see that it was dotted with bright yellow flowers and quite easily the tackiest poncho I have ever seen. In two weeks, I have had three different turkeys, at least four different pies, but not a single minute of Al Roker or the parade. I'm a little Thanksgiving-ed out. Returning from break, I am no more well rested or well prepared than before, but for what it was worth, it was worth all the while. Am I really quoting cheesy songs from the 90's to wrap up my entries instead of thinking up meaningful conclusions? Good riddance, I think I am.