"Mine involved- and I am not making this up, nor did I suggest it- lemon jello with pineapple in it. I spent all of dinner trying not to laugh."
rotflmao, insomniak. That's like... if I were to die and go to heaven, that's what they would serve me.
So Thanksgiving. Hm. Well, I'm home now for a few hours, THANK GOD. I mean, Thanksgiving was nice, but I wanted to be in my own house, in my own room. I felt like a nomad running from place to place like that. I ate for FOUR hours; I don't think I'm going to need to eat for three days now... which will actually make tomorrow work out very well, come to think of it. But meh. Now that I'm home, my family like... it's like this alternate universe. It seems like the longer time you spend away from people, the more little, tiny things bother you when you see them again. Really small things about my parents are getting on my nerves like you have no idea, but I won't rant. We're just not on the best of terms right now. Blah.
Oh, well - back to the city and ADAM tomorrow! WOOO!
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