Happy Thanksgiving!

Well Happy Thanksgiving everyone! I wanna say a whole bunch of happy things, but I've gotta say something not so happy first.  


A month ago, a guy that I used to go to school with died. It was a bad accident, he was out with two friends, he was mortally injured, one guy was seriously injured, and the other was just bruised and bumped and scraped.  I went and took a look at the Facebook profile of the guy that died.  It seems that people have been using that as a place to grieve.  I started tearing up while looking at the words they'd left him.  My heart goes out to everyone that is having to go through this one month anniversary of his death.  A parent should never have to bury their child. Never.  


On to happier things.  If it is ever possible, a roasting session is quite fun.  Just fyi.  I've also learned that ham isn't bad cold.  


Now I've come to the conclusion that things aren't awesome until your friend is pushed to the gas station during lunch by another friend. Oh yeah, in a wheelbarrow.  That show "The Secret Life of the American Teenager"?  Well they've got it all wrong.  Me and my friends, we're nothing like that.  My friends are the kind that would ride an elevator up and down in an airport just because we're bored.  We'd laugh when we find "Tits" and "Dix" hot sauces.  We'd run around the book store with toy wands trying to stun/kill/or generally maim the other.  We'd dump balls all over my room and throw them at the fan and laugh ridiculously when they fly rather forcefully in any particular direction they desire.  None of that teen mom crap.  Why have a kid when you're too busy being one?  Nah.  Not my idea of fun.  I'd rather continue my antics for at least a few more years, thank you very much.

Another thing, Katy Perry has it wrong in her song "Teenage Dream".  Nope, in a real teenage dream a dog walks around dripping chocolate sauce all over the gym and then another guy is standing in a dance studio getting yelled at by a drill instructor while yet another guy is on the roof making the building shake.  And then your two best friends are outside playing basketball with a giant yoga ball.  That my friends is part of a real teenage dream.


Now I'm done dissecting various pop culture things that have it all way wrong.  Don't you love days when you can do whatever the futs you want? Me too. :) Stay happy little chickies!