Thanksgiving is a tease of a holiday. It's difficult when you're dealing with a divorced family in a matter of four days, and it's a drag when the food's all completely overrated. But it's great because it means Christmas has begun.
The best part of break?--(Or one of the best parts.)--at the mall on Saturday, after striking out for a new pair of jeans, Matt and I came across S&W Video, a previously owned DVD store. Three for $20.00. So I picked up The Edukators, The Matador, and Why We Fight, which I'm watching right now. And it's asking some pretty heavy questions, and it's like, "Hey, die when you're too young to start paying attention to current events, or you're going to be miserable for the rest of your life."
Bliss in ignorance.
I'm going to enjoy these next three weeks.
So when is John Edwards going to announce his candidacy for 2008?
The ride to Miami was nuts. Every driver on the road was driving like he was getting road-head. A bunch of fucking retards out there.
I saw some guy driving a Jeep Liberty, and on his back bumper he had a sticker that noted his involvement in Operation: Enduring Freedom. That's what America's about, right? Capitalism! Chotchkies! Freedom! Liberty!
I think I'm going to focus a lot on poetry and Frankenstein this week.
I'm going to try to get a job with Tim Ryan this summer. Maybe.
I'm feeling really weird about almost everything right now. I don't know what's going on.
I'd like some tea.
I need to get into a sociology class.
Support the troops.
Or die.
And don't question our need for oil.
Or you'll get an F.