What is Thanksgiving to me?
(A holiday that makes you really lazy and makes you skip blogging for 3+ days?)

Ah, yeah, that. But besides that... it's just an "eh" holiday.

What did I do for Thanksgiving? I went out in the blistering cold with a grumpy mother to do some last minute Thanksgiving day shopping, that's what. Yeah, I helped with the cooking of course, it's tedious, strenuous work - god, I hate cooking so much. When I get older, I swear I'm just going to live off frozen food. I can't stand waiting around a pot and poking and prodding at chicken and making sure the curry's texture is just perfect, gah! And I can't watch somebody make potato salad because the sight of mayonnaise just disgusts me.

I don't know why but it does! And then when I sit down to eat, I just remember what all the food looked like before it was cooked and it makes me sick. I guess that makes me a bit of a pansy, but it's true...! And so, that is why I don't like Thanksgiving dinner - because I can't eat food I helped cook, for some reason that involves things like meat and chicken and goat, etc. Like, I can't cook meat and eat it, it's just weird! I'm no vegetarian or anything, but just remembering the sight of those slabs of animal flesh... Am I the only one skeeved out by it? (Yes, Kiri, yes you are.)

But yeah, that was it - no one came out, no one even called to say Happy Thanksgiving or anything. Some family! So I decided, "Well, the telephone is a two way street" or ... something like that, so I called Ricky and he kind of gave me a half-hearted "Happy Thanksgiving," and told me he'd talk to me later because Macy's Thanksgiving Day Parade was on. Thing is though, I called him after the parade was over... I still don't know what to think of that, right now I'm just hoping maybe he ... taped it and then was planning to watch it now? I don't know. I called another cousin of mine, the one I don't like, the one who hated me for a year because I fell asleep during the midnight showing of Transformers 2 when she took me to go see it, and told me Happy Thanksgiving too, and told me that it was rude to call around during dinner time. ... It was like, 2PM! Do you really eat dinner right after lunch? I apologized and just hung up and then wondered why the hell I even bothered.

I guess people just like being around their own families around Thanksgiving? Man, it never used to be like that, though! My cousins and I used to spend Thanksgiving together all the time when we were young! ... Am I the only one who really misses those times, or did they only spend time with me because their parents made them back then? I guess I'm just clinging onto the past, haha. Maybe it's childish to just assume that everyone can put their differences aside for a stupid turkey-eating holiday.

I can't stand Thanksgiving anymore, because of that, to be honest. I can't stand this awkward transitioning from Thanksgiving to Christmas - it's just weird. And don't even get me started on football that everyone gets so hyped up about around this time. I'll tell you - on Wednesday we had a pep rally, and it was basically just us standing out in the blistering cold while all the football team's players were called out - and you were just supposed to cheer.

The whole school, out on the courtyard, while their names were called, and we were supposed to go crazy about these people that we didn't even know, hadn't even seen before, probably. And then the cheerleaders came out and did the most boring routine - they basically just waved their pompoms and spelled "Townies" (our mascot... yes, our mascot is a person, d-don't ask...). When I was in middle school, our cheerleaders did flips and handstands and built frickin' cool human-pyramids! I mean, is all you need to do to be a cheerleader is be blonde and pretty in this school?! What the fuck.

And then flag core came out and did a routine to Lady Gaga's Bad Romance. They weren't in sync, and two of them dropped their frickin' flags! Oh my god, if I knew that it took absolutely no talent to join EPHS's flag core, maybe I would've joined! Fuck. The only event in the whole school year that everyone is forced to attend... and everyone fucks it up.

I stood there in the cold feeling like an absolute Scrooge.