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It's tradition.
Every year since I've had this beast of a livejournal, I've made some sort of "Thanksgiving post" where I say what I'm thankful for. It doesn't seem as important this year; very few things do. And with heroes sections on myspace, and the fact that every update I do I'm mostly like "SRSLY I LUV MY BFFZ!!" I was considering not doing it. Buuuut-
It's tradition.
The usual; I'm thankful for my family. I'm thankful that my dad hates whoever Marc Jackson is, and whenever we'd see his name on the Caller ID we were taught not to answer. I'm thankful that my mom always says "let's dish up" when it's time to eat- and that my dad, Eric&I made up our own rap that we entitled "do the dish up." I'm thankful that my big brother understands that Tifton really is a big deal. I'm thankful that family inside jokes can go back for years, and years. That when Eric says something funny at the dinner table and I immediately plug my nose my parents know to start scolding him. "Why'd you have to say that?" "Did you not see that she was drinking?" "Great, now she's going to have the giggles." Or that if we're eating steak they always make fun of me; "make sure you cut your peice small enough" "don't want you to choke like last time" "yeah, you're seriously retarded." I've grown up a lot. My dad can't "make me jump high!" anymore. My mom doesn't care that I've seen sex scenes in R rated movies. And Eric knows he can't get a rise out of me by pretending Bear is bungee jumping off the balcony. But there are things I haven't grown out of yet, and I never will. My family isn't normal anymore, and who's to say if we ever were. I'm the youngest and I live away from home, and the college student lives under their roof. My workaholic mom doesn't have a job, and my immature dad is the boss of an entire newspaper. Instead of playing a game of flag football out in the yard for friendly Thanksgiving competition, I'll probably go ahead and kick Erics ass in Scrabble again.
There are other extended family members, and my parents have friends that are like my family and buy me a bike named Murray for my sixteenth birthday cause I didn't have my liscense. I'm thankful for them. I'm thankful that my family has more friends than I do and that I'm usually the one cleaning up the beer bottles from their wild parties. My parents are cooler than I am; and I wouldn't have it any other way.
But if you read TeenBeat magazine, or even my LJ, you know that I'm not with my family as much as I should be. Atleast not this family.
I'm thankful for my other family. I've said it a million times, and my fingers sense I'm about to type it. 5 out of every 5 myspacers. It would be impossible for me to fully explain, for you to fully grasp. I'm sorry but you five have been sucked in. You take care of me. I haven't known any of you five my whole life, but you came in and you treat me like family. It's 100% cliche, "omgz my friendz r lyk my fmly!". In all honesty though, I need a family with me at all times. I'm too crazy to be left alone, and having family around makes me feel safe.
Val, you're honestly like my twin sister because we've been through just about everything together. Maybe I don't have as much gothic beauty as you, but in most ways we're fairly similar, and you've been there through all of this. You were my best friend before Florence Alabama existed, before Harrison existed, and before I started dying my hair darker. You're the only person that comes close to touching Bear. I love you so much because you've known me at my lamest and stuck around. You put a roof over my head, and I know you'll be in my life forever. There's no getting around it now- we've already moved in together. :)
Robyn, you're like the blonde sister that everyone is thoroughly confused by. You've come into my life and touched me with your pure innocence and your awesome cowgirl skills. I know that if I call you just to say hey, we'll be on the phone for hours not even really talking, just quoting the most random things and laughing about them for five minutes. I would give up anything to go back to get some gnocchi with svenya with you, and to prop up that umbrella and sing. I love you because I most likely embarass you with how excited I get when my KFC bill is six dollars even, and how I yell "Robeen! I'll can-open your nuts" across Lakeland campus, but you stick by me no matter how lame I am. I love you because I know if I say some old childish quote to you, you'll know exactly what I'm talking about and laugh just as much as I do about it.
Ryan, you are without a doubt my little brother that I honestly just want to hit just because you're there. And you're always there. If I'm hanging out with someone, you're most likely the person and I'm 100% okay with that. I don't mind the amount of money I spend on you because you make up for it. I love you because you say the oddest things in the strangest places and it makes me laugh. I love you because we can do the exact same thing for days in a row and I just can't get sick of Taco Bell or you. It just won't happen. If you're not in my passenger seat, I don't know what to do with myself. I love you because you're the reason that all of our conversations have strictly turned into quotes. You truly are my brother because only family goes to dermatologists appointments, and you'd be the first to remind me of that one.
Stephanie, you are the cousin that seems to have a permanent residency to wherever I am. You don't care where I'm living, you're going to stop by randomly and either watch videos on the computer, or Scrubs on the TV. I love you because you wouldn't tell me not to turn on South of Nowhere. Maybe the car accident has pretty much traumitized me for life, but it's one of the millions of reasons that I will always remember our friendship. I love you because when I think of summer of '06 when I'm sitting here at this computer, I can picture Uggz parked outside of 5303 and you walking towards the front door, that I left open because you've come over so much, I'm sick of answering the door for you. We practically are related when our outings together include oil changes, fixing tires, and raising children. I love you because Chick-fil-a breakfast just isn't the same without you.
Liz, you are my eldest and wisest sister you freaking Shangface. I love you because you honestly watch out for me in the sense that a big sister would. Yes, you drive like a maniac, but the average of the time I feel safe with you. I love you because I know you'd take care of me if I needed you. No one in this world put Journey on repeat as much as we did, or sings as loud to Something like That. You are the only reason I would visit Ross almost everyday of the summer. Hell, most of the time I felt like I was working there too with the amount of crap I helped you pick up. Those idiots at Ross were right- we really are sisters. And maybe Royal Family was a crappy play, and Books on the Move was an absolute waste of time, but it brought us closer. I love you because you randomly bake for Titanic/Notebook nights and you know the answer to "what does your parents do?"
I am one of the most blessed people on this Earth because I literally have two sets of family in two different states.
Yes, my parents moving to Alabama will never be considered a good thing, or just what I needed. But five amazing people have filled up the giant gap that was made when my giant black man of a father, my deaf mother, and my slacker brother left Lakeland, FL.
It's important to me; you're important to me.
There are other friends- just look at my Top 14. These people are my friends. Which can sometimes be overlooked when I've got two sets of family, but make no mistake about it, these people are huge parts of my life as well. They make me laugh in the most innocent way; just because we're friends and we're hanging out and we're having fun. I don't take it for granted, if I have fun with you, you're important to me. :) I like to have fun. It's a pretty simple method, I love my friends.
And then there are my old friends. Some of which I don't talk to anymore due to a loss of touch, and some because they got too gangsta for their own good. Him aside, I'm grateful for my old friends because it's easy to lose touch with who I was, but when I pass you in the halls and you say some random inside joke from months ago, I can be brought back to a simpler time.
Or when you text message me about how you miss me running your life; I can sit back and acknowledge, that I miss running your life.
I'm thankful for the people in my life, the people that have left my life, and the people that gave me life.
♥
Also:::
The music I play too loud in my car that Ryan has to turn down when we're getting on I4.
The television I watch non-stop instead of doing homework.
The movies that make me cry//laugh out loud no matter how many times I watch.
And Bear.
Bear.
Bear.
Bear.
-I'm thankful for my stuffed dog. I've slept with him every night of my life.
:)
&while we're at it, let's just assume that I'm thankful for you too.
Congratulations.