When Thanksgiving comes, I will be really thankful.

I like fall weather, but fall weather is only fun when you can bundle up and snuggle and drink soy hot cholocate.

It's no fun when you're wearing a surprisingly thin woolen uniform that reveals your neck, when you're hungry and tired, when you've played Oskee-Wow-Wow about a thousand times and you're rewarded with a final score of Illini-10, Penn State-63.

It's no fun when you're riding your bike down Armory in your marching band uniform, and everybody's staring at you, and you're debating whether or not you should go to the homecoming party at the trombone house, and you come to the conclusion that you shouldn't because you either don't know or don't like 99.9% of the people who will be there.

I can't wait for Thanksgiving.

I will have a whole week of sleeping in my own bed.

Of hanging out with my mom.

Of having someone to talk to.

Of sleeping in and then cooking myself a real breakfast.

Of snuggling with Ethan.

I used to think of Thanksgiving as kind of a pointless holiday. It was never fun or interesting. It was just sitting awkardly with distant family members I barely know and watching them eat a dead animal.

But I've gained a new appreciation for it.

posted at 1:03 AM by Alison

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