Today I am getting off work early and driving up to Idaho for some good family Thanksgiving partying. Tonight we are having pie-pie night, which means eating exorbitant amounts of pizza and every type of pie imaginable. I always feel extremely sick afterwards, but it has never stopped me from eating just as much (or more) food the next day for Thanksgiving.

I am so darn excited.

One thing I am thankful for are inappropriate jokes:

Weekends.

My mum suggested a new TV show called "Once Upon a Time." It is by the writers of "Lost," and I think it is stupendously cheesy...yet...marvelous. I started watching it on Hulu.com this weekend, and I am now hooked. I don't even like TV that much, but I think I have a thing for strange TV shows. Thanks, mom.

Also, Seth has been gone all freaking weekend for YA. Again. I miss him a lot when he is gone, but I guess I should. SO when he is gone, I normally get really bored and do stupid stuff. Like I went to a thrift store and bough a purse for $2. I looked it up online, and it is worth $200. I felt empowered, like I had done something awesome. Then I realized it wasn't that awesome. This is why Seth can't leave, because I get far too amused about stupid things. Plus, all I eat is cereal because there is no pressure to eat normal food...or cook.

Goodbye, whole box of chex, I shall miss thee.

E-mail Home

My little brother, Jason, just e-mailed my family from the Dominican Republic. Every description of the Dominican Republic sounds opposite of everything I’ve ever known. I have been out of the United States before, but not to a 3^rd world country. He says piles of trash line the streets everywhere you go. Houses and businesses are primarily made of sheet metal or trash. Jason’s teacher has a mother who does not see her children, and his father left when he was very young. That family situation is completely normal in the DR, instead of an outlying situation. 

I don’t know why I was born in the United States, and I don’t know why I was born into such a good family, but his e-mail made me grateful that I was. I mean, my biggest worry right now is that I don’t have a Smartphone, and I want one. It’s incredible how pathetic and petty I can really be.  And the thing is…even after that gratitude wake-up call, I still am upset I don’t have a Smartphone yet. Tsk tsk to myself. 

On a less “Christina is stupid” note, Seth and I are going on a date tonight. We are going to see The Rise of the Planet of the Apes. I’ve heard it’s not exactly the best movie ever made, but considering the originals, what can you expect? The only reason we are going is because of Seth’s man crush on James Franco, and I like bad movies. 

As for my woman crush, Lady Gaga has a new video out. I am at work so I haven’t seen it yet, but I am posting it anyways. With Lady Gaga, it has to be good.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L9oP_CKRUX4

Good Riddance!

The keys are turned in. My old, mold-infested apartment is now a thing of the past. Booooyaa. I already know it will take me until this weekend to begin unpacking. I don’t mind jumping over boxes and tearing random ones apart when I can’t find something I need. Besides, now I have internet in my apartment, so I can waste unreasonable amounts of time on pintrest.com and catch up on The Office and Modern Family.

  

I, unreasonably, feel like I have earned a few days of laziness after I come home from work.

Three Glasses of Hot Chocolate

My company is not always the best at certain things, but it is good enough to give its employees a free Gold’s Gym membership. I have been trying to go almost every day, as it makes me feel better, happier, and healthier. I’ve had a rather terrible body image issue for the past three years, or so, and I think it is helping me in that way. However, I always get some crazy, running diva on the treadmill next to me who runs for 10+ miles. It’s really been pushing me to do more than the bare minimum workout I often let myself get away with. So…yay for the over-achievers who run next to me.

Also, Seth and I moved most of our stuff into our new apartment last night. Moving stresses both Seth and me out way more than it should. I’ve moved four times in the last few months, and I never want to move a box up and down the stairs again. By today all the moving should be done with so we can stop feeling tensed up over nothing.

Last night we also ate at Denny’s, as we couldn’t eat at home. They have endless hot chocolate with heavy whipped cream on top. I had three glasses, and I think the waitress judged me. Meh. I do what I want, yo.