I'm thankful to not be Afghan
I didn't expect there to be anything special tonight considering that it's Thanksgiving and all. When I talked to the cooks this morning they said that all of our turkeys were stuck in Gormach and we would have to work with what we had. To my surprise however, walking into the dining tent I saw a large selection of foods and desserts to stuff my face with and follow the American tradition of becoming a fat fuck. They had to resort to processed turkey, though I'm not a huge fan to begin with so I helped myself to the prime rib, ham, and strawberry cheesecake.
I always try to be a grateful person.
This afternoon I spent roughly an hour on the phone with Jess discussing any random topic that came to mind. She asked me what I was thankful for, which despite the cliche, got me thinking about it. It's rather difficult remaining positive in a place like this, but being around all of these people has made me realize how much I take for granted. So, for this year I'm thankful to have a life where I never need to worry about water sanitation, clean clothes, or where my next meal is coming from.
I'm also thankful to have the handful of people back home who acknowledge my being here and regularly send their love.
She wants me to write this to her in an e-mail. I told her that I would just as long as she promises to write out her zombie-survival plan.
I don't regularly admit that I enjoy holidays because I absolutely despise the traffic, crowds, and general lack of manners. But, I do enjoy the spirit that exists through this time of year. We all know that people should regularly see their families and enjoy their times together, but life unfortunately doesn't work that way. Holidays provide that luxury, despite how stupid they may be. I bought a menorah for Hanukkah because I decided to be a Jew this year and I'm hoping that it arrives in time along with the 44 candles. Tomorrow morning I'll shopping online to blow money on an external hard-drive and maybe a Nintendo Wii because I miss having one.
Tomorrow also begins the marathon of Christmas movies which I watch every year to generate some artificial warm feelings and remind myself what it's like to have a family. I suppose I'll either grow out of this phase when I get back home, or it will become a part of me until I have kids of my own. Whichever the case.
I apologize for the sappy and borderline gay entry.
Oh yeah, and I'm also thankful for tits.
I always try to be a grateful person.
This afternoon I spent roughly an hour on the phone with Jess discussing any random topic that came to mind. She asked me what I was thankful for, which despite the cliche, got me thinking about it. It's rather difficult remaining positive in a place like this, but being around all of these people has made me realize how much I take for granted. So, for this year I'm thankful to have a life where I never need to worry about water sanitation, clean clothes, or where my next meal is coming from.
I'm also thankful to have the handful of people back home who acknowledge my being here and regularly send their love.
She wants me to write this to her in an e-mail. I told her that I would just as long as she promises to write out her zombie-survival plan.
I don't regularly admit that I enjoy holidays because I absolutely despise the traffic, crowds, and general lack of manners. But, I do enjoy the spirit that exists through this time of year. We all know that people should regularly see their families and enjoy their times together, but life unfortunately doesn't work that way. Holidays provide that luxury, despite how stupid they may be. I bought a menorah for Hanukkah because I decided to be a Jew this year and I'm hoping that it arrives in time along with the 44 candles. Tomorrow morning I'll shopping online to blow money on an external hard-drive and maybe a Nintendo Wii because I miss having one.
Tomorrow also begins the marathon of Christmas movies which I watch every year to generate some artificial warm feelings and remind myself what it's like to have a family. I suppose I'll either grow out of this phase when I get back home, or it will become a part of me until I have kids of my own. Whichever the case.
I apologize for the sappy and borderline gay entry.
Oh yeah, and I'm also thankful for tits.