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Thanksgiving Update written @ 10:57 PM on December 01, 2002 So here's the mega-entry for my Thanksgiving break... keep in mind that I am really tired and this may very well become rambly-muck. I like that word.... rambly-muck... So Tuesday I peeled like a bat out of hell from the dorm carrying half of what I own... or at least half of what I own in the dorm... and sped through a minor snowstorm to home in Esmeralda (my car, for the uninformed). For one thing, that was a rather unhappy trip because people in Ohio tend to forget how to drive in rain and snow (and sunshine, for that matter), and I was stuck in bumper-to-bumper traffic listening to "Mamma Mia," which, I can tell, is not Esmeralda's favorite soundtrack. Quite frankly, Abba is to the 60s/70s what Spice Girls were to the 90s, but I needed something upbeat to listen to, and "Dancing Queen" was as close as it got. I unpacked at home and crashed quite comfortably. My grandmother's flight came in around 8ish... I was bored until she arrived actually. I love my grandmother to death, but that woman can be a handful sometimes. That's besides the point right now. In my excitement I showed her my family tree chart, the one I updated to include my great-great-great grandfather's line, and she was totally mindblown, my desired reaction. I told her that I was going to transfer the tree artfully to a large piece of paper I was going to buy from an art store and send it to my grandfather for Christmas. I think he'd like that very much. She, in turn, gave me two photo albums, one from my great aunt Eva and the other from her father, whose family was from the Ukraine/Poland, I believe. As well, she gave me pictures of Bob Ballard's ship when he first came back from discovering the "Titanic!" That overcast day in 1985, my uncle, my aunt, my grandmother, and a couple of other enthusiasts went up to Wood's Hole in Massachusetts to welcome the Knorr back. My grandmother got some good snap shots of Bob's crew on the boat, and let me assure you that those pictures will be hanging up right below my crucifix in my dorm room. They're priceless, a piece of history if I ever saw one. I brought a lot of work to do with me over my Thanksgiving break, but needless to say, I did not accomplish much. I needed a break quite frankly. You know, sometimes I hate how my parents always used to push me to do my school work. I understand I probably would not be where I am today if it weren't for them, but then when I look at my brother, the lousy, lazy bum, he's probably enjoying himself much better than I did when I was a sophmore in high school. But oh well, no use in dwelling on high school. I was talking to Caylah today, and she brought up an interesting point in how some people set their lives around high school and never get over it. I have to roll my eyes at those poor souls, the fools, and I told her that I don't think I, nor any of my high school friends for that matter, could ever lower ourselves to dwell constantly on high school. For as much as we love each other and crave each other's company from time to time, we have all in the end gone our separate ways and have not looked back. I adopted a new saying this week. "Don't poke the past with a stick." I think a lot of people tend to do that-- even me sometimes-- and I told Caylah today that the world is much too big to dwell on matters such as what happened in high school. Even so, the highlight of my break was seeing the old gang. I found it interesting that no one really talked much about their college; after all, it's college-- where do you begin? Elliott's party on Friday was rather interesting, and we'll just leave it at that. I will say one thing, however. It's amazing how someone's opinion of you can drop all on the basis of which college you went to. It was the oddest thing I observed. "Is NKU... nice?" What the fuck kind of question is that? Just because I did not go to a big school like OSU, UC, or, in Chen's case, Harvard does not mean I took the easy road out when choosing a school in Kentucky. I don't know how I appear to those people anymore-- and nor do I care-- but I'm willing to bet that my path will be much more difficult and dismal than taking an engineering major at, say, Purdue and simply becoming a number and a statistic at a large school. I suppose the drop in my social profile was expected, one of the many sacrifices I made by snubbing RISD. I'm sorry I have not come back home paler than I am with permanent paint stains engraved in my finger nails, my hair dyed black, and looking ghastly anorexic, dear companions of Elliott, but I am still an artist and I'll get further than some of you lot with chemical engineering and marketing degrees. Okay, that was my bitter moment. The only thing I can do is triumph over the uneducated Kentucky stereotype now. Emily's party on Saturday was much more wholesome, I'll give you that. The chips and the salsa were good. *lol* The brownies too. And I love her cats. It was so much more relaxing to be with the genuine posse members than the Elliott Club from the night before. Finally met the famous Ally, the nymph of Casey's diary, and I have to say that all that bullshit about God wanting you, Casey, to break up with Ally was, in a word, bullshit. In my opinion, she's a keeper. Stick with her; it'll do you good. Well, in all my desire to rant I forgot about the actual Kill-A-Turkey Day, and boy, my mom sure killed a turkey. Instead of the Meijer brand frozen bird she usually gets, she went to a butcher for the freshest of the gobblers. It makes all the difference in the world. What a great meal that was. I think I had too much wine. Somewhere in all this mess I did accomplish what I wanted to accomplish on my painting for Drawing II; had a hard time starting my 2-D Design final, but that's officially off the ground. I'm probably going to get a job at this store at the mall called Bali's Accents over Christmas break. I need money. Bad. Work is steadily progressing on my novels. I think I have a winner. Too bad about your computer, Christine. You would have liked what I've been coming out with recently. I just remembered today that I had some software recovery program I pirated when the Great Delete occurred this summer. It wasn't successful to me, but who knows? I might work miracles for your system. Just keep in mind that you SHOULD NOT SAVE ANYTHING until you have the files back. Went shopping on Black Friday... I would talk more about it and how I probably spent more money that what I should have except I feel myself lapsing into rambly-muck mode. I'll finish this entry up with dinner tonight. The family went out to eat at this excellent Italian restaurant with the most unusual decorating scheme I have ever seen called Bucca di Somethinner-other. This evening I salute Italian chefs everywhere. Italian food has this strange effect on me where I suddenly become exorbantly happy with life. The food there is prepared with such love that you cannot help but be happy and forget all troubles in the world and in your life. I'm still on that lovely light-hearted kick now, even as tired as I am. *sigh* Well, I'm home in two weeks. Two very looooong weeks...
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