I can’t stand when you’re having a kick-ass dream, and then you wake up from it and realize that i just a dream. Yeah last night I had a dream that I was with the most beautiful, sexy, and hot [phone] and then I woke up and realized that I didn’t actually own the phone in my dream and that the phone doesn’t exactly exist yet. Maybe I should invent it. Ha ha, that would mean working to do something. Oh you and your ideas, Ryan.

So today is thanksgiving, unless you’re anywhere else but America, than it’s just Thursday. The rest of my family is out at some football game, but being the non-sports-enthused person that I am, I decided to stay home and work on my NaNoWriMo (43,000 words!). But I’m overly excited for dinner tonight. Thanksgiving is an excuse for people, like me, who enjoy eating to eat a lot without being judged.

I also have family in town which is horrible because I don’t have any privacy fun because I don’t get to see them very much. It also means that my dad was forced to buy food because he doesn’t want to let everyone else know that he starves his kids for enjoyment.

So looking around my office bedroom I think I need to clean it, but the lack of motivation that I have is almost funny. So I think I’ll just stare at it and hope for it to clean itself. That’s what I’m going to wish for at 11:11.

Most people who’s blogs I read are making their lists of what they’re thankful for today, but I’m going to make a list of what I’m not thankful for.

I’m not thankful that school starts at 7:30.
I’m not thankful that I don’t have a job.
I’m not thankful that my room is messy.
I’m not thankful that we’re having Thanksgiving at my house.
I’m not thankful that my play rehearsals are so painful.
I’m not thankful that I was told the wrong part of a song to audition with, thus, making me bomb my audition.
I’m not thankful that I still have to write 7,000 words in four days.
I’m not thankful that in order to finish those 7,000 words this blog will probably be used in my novel.

Is that enough teenage angst for you? Can I go back to being happy again? Gosh, I hate when my blog makes me be un-thankful.

The things I do for you bloglings.

FF) The largest pumpkin pie weighed 2,020 pounds? (Only a little less than your mom).