happy thanksgiving, all you givers-of-things-for-me-to-be-thankful-for!

So here's the deal:

I'm really bored; this vacation is relaxing but I feel it slipping through my fingers.

I really miss contact with people I'm comfortable speaking intimately with. No offense, friends, but if you haven't sounded the depths, then I'm not talking about you.

I wish I was more independent of my family; I want a goddamn car and I don't want to live here anymore. With my family, that is.

Love, Actually is an amazing movie, and well worth braving the crowds to see this weekend.

I'm angry because my high E guitar string broke, I have no extras, and frankly, I have very little interest in the guitar these days. I wish I did, but I don't.

I am going to live on my own this summer. I don't care if I should be saving for college, I will find a way to get out of this hellhole with curfews and no privacy. It's piss-ridden, it is. I'm sick of parents.

Christmas/New Years is going to be SO much better than Thanksgiving, it's almost disgusting. Almost. But you don't get Turkey on Christmas, usually. But then, Egg Nog and presents...

Well...I'll probably be posting quite a bit over the next few days, unless I go shopping tomorrow (*squeal!*).

Blah. I feel wasteful today. I hate living in rural America. It's ass except for the views, and I have little patience for views right now. Little patience for anything. What an arse I'm being. Shit.

Hey Sierra? This is the ONE time when I've actually considered taking advantage of our arrangement, and I don't really want to. I just miss you so goddamn much. Fuck.