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Thanksgiving is going to be really fun. Family is coming over and we're going to have a great time, because, well, that's what you do on Thanksgiving. We're also going to gorge ourselves with turkey and jello and other stuff. I really don't know what we're going to eat on Thanksgiving. I just don't want to eat a lot. I remember the last time that I really ate a lot, I couldn't walk because my stomach hurt so much. It felt like it was stretching out and ugh. It was gross.
Today was pretty fun. Usual stuff--talking to Raquel in the classes that we are in together, etcetera. I also talked to Spencer and he stole this little girls' penguin shirt from Old Navy and gave it to me as a birthday present. I was really flattered by his gift, because... I don't understand what I am supposed to do with a size 6 in little girls' apparel shirt. So I just disposed it in math class by throwing it up into the front of the class.
Jennifer and her brothers and her mom were supposed to come over for Thanksgiving, too. I pretty much just invited them over myself, but that's okay, right? Nope. Turns out that they can't come over, because, supposedly, there won't be enough room at the table to fit Florinda in. Florinda is Jen's mom. They're really nice people and it's a shame that my mom won't let them over. Oh well. I'm most likely going to hang out with her on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday. But I do know that for sure, I am going to be going to the opening of Christmas in the Park and Ice Skating with someone on that day, I just don't know who. I was thinking of Alicia to go with, since we are both downtown people and, well, at least I am. I'll just force her to go with me then.
I was really bored from taking care of Alyssa and painting the kitchen with my uncle, dad, and grandma, so I just said to Dad, "Pick me up from Grandma's in three hours." I put on my shoes, and walked out into the night. Suprisingly it wasn't even cold, like it is when I'm walking to school. It's like 40 degrees outside in the morning and I hate it. I wonder how it's going to be in the Winter in the morning. I should really get one of those huge beanie things that cover your whole face and your eyes are the only things that are visible. That'd be preeeeeeety crisp. So I finally got to my grandma's house, walked back into Auntie's shack and knocked on her door and she didn't answer. The basement was open and it looked really inviting but I just walked pass it and up the stairs, looking for food to eat since I was starving. I took a Ginger cookie and left out from the front, down the street to Stephanie's house.
Me and Stephanie watched VH1 and MTV, and it's a shame that I haven't been watching these shows before. I find watching unsuspecting people being recorded singing some really lame songs on TV really amusing, and especially seeing men getting plastic surgery to look like their biggest idol--Jennifer Lopez. I mean, how would you feel, being Jennifer Lopez, to know that not only do women want to look just like you, but some really desperate men out there want to look like her also? Now, that's just. Horrible.
We ate pizza and talked for hours and I randomly would stand up and dance and it was great. My dad picked me up at about 10:30 and I slept for like two hours there. I was so sleepy. It was really quiet in the house and creepy and when I woke up the TV was off and we were both asleep. I called my dad and asked him where he was, and I had happened to remind him that he was supposed to pick me up. So he picked me up and it was really cold outside. We were stopped by one of my dad's Mexican homies (he's completely Mexican, I know, it's a shame) and they talked for about three minutes and I shook his hand, and we left. When we got home, I came on the computer and did this for you. I made a fucking questionnaire and you all had better do this shit.
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Today was pretty fun. Usual stuff--talking to Raquel in the classes that we are in together, etcetera. I also talked to Spencer and he stole this little girls' penguin shirt from Old Navy and gave it to me as a birthday present. I was really flattered by his gift, because... I don't understand what I am supposed to do with a size 6 in little girls' apparel shirt. So I just disposed it in math class by throwing it up into the front of the class.
Jennifer and her brothers and her mom were supposed to come over for Thanksgiving, too. I pretty much just invited them over myself, but that's okay, right? Nope. Turns out that they can't come over, because, supposedly, there won't be enough room at the table to fit Florinda in. Florinda is Jen's mom. They're really nice people and it's a shame that my mom won't let them over. Oh well. I'm most likely going to hang out with her on Friday, or Saturday, or Sunday. But I do know that for sure, I am going to be going to the opening of Christmas in the Park and Ice Skating with someone on that day, I just don't know who. I was thinking of Alicia to go with, since we are both downtown people and, well, at least I am. I'll just force her to go with me then.
I was really bored from taking care of Alyssa and painting the kitchen with my uncle, dad, and grandma, so I just said to Dad, "Pick me up from Grandma's in three hours." I put on my shoes, and walked out into the night. Suprisingly it wasn't even cold, like it is when I'm walking to school. It's like 40 degrees outside in the morning and I hate it. I wonder how it's going to be in the Winter in the morning. I should really get one of those huge beanie things that cover your whole face and your eyes are the only things that are visible. That'd be preeeeeeety crisp. So I finally got to my grandma's house, walked back into Auntie's shack and knocked on her door and she didn't answer. The basement was open and it looked really inviting but I just walked pass it and up the stairs, looking for food to eat since I was starving. I took a Ginger cookie and left out from the front, down the street to Stephanie's house.
Me and Stephanie watched VH1 and MTV, and it's a shame that I haven't been watching these shows before. I find watching unsuspecting people being recorded singing some really lame songs on TV really amusing, and especially seeing men getting plastic surgery to look like their biggest idol--Jennifer Lopez. I mean, how would you feel, being Jennifer Lopez, to know that not only do women want to look just like you, but some really desperate men out there want to look like her also? Now, that's just. Horrible.
We ate pizza and talked for hours and I randomly would stand up and dance and it was great. My dad picked me up at about 10:30 and I slept for like two hours there. I was so sleepy. It was really quiet in the house and creepy and when I woke up the TV was off and we were both asleep. I called my dad and asked him where he was, and I had happened to remind him that he was supposed to pick me up. So he picked me up and it was really cold outside. We were stopped by one of my dad's Mexican homies (he's completely Mexican, I know, it's a shame) and they talked for about three minutes and I shook his hand, and we left. When we got home, I came on the computer and did this for you. I made a fucking questionnaire and you all had better do this shit.
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