So Thanksgiving was on Thursday. As was Keen’s birthday. Before we actually got to Thursday, though, we went out to Tony’s on Wednesday night and enjoyed some brews. We met this nice woman named June (?), who although not 21-23, was smart and hot. That was cool. So we got a little buzzed, went home, and passed out until Thursday, noonish. That was so nice. You have no idea. Went to my parents place and got to enjoy a lot of turkey, a lot of casserole, and a lot of pie. Mmm, home cooked food. I hadn’t had any in so long that I nearly forgot what it tastes like. My sister and my bother fight like cats, seeing who can claw the most fur off in the least amount of words. It’s humorous, but gets old really quickly. It didn’t seem like the food-spread was as big as usual, though. All in all, it was a rather enjoyable day – lots of time talking … which I’ll write about in a bit. We threw a lockin on Friday night. And Saturday night. I was off Friday night so I could attend James’ party, which did not happen. I’m still really fucking pissed about that, you bitch. I took time off and inflicted vast amounts of stress onto myself to make sure that I could go, and 3 hours before it’s supposed to happen, I find out that it’s off until next Friday – precisely when I can’t come. I’m mad. Still. Argh. Anyway, the Lockin on Friday night went pretty well. I slept. Then I got to work around 9:30am on Saturday. And didn’t leave until ~9:45am on Sunday. It was long. Too long. Although the lockins went really well, I am unsure if I’ll be doing the whole 24-hour shift thing ever again; I can still feel the exhaustion now, even after getting sleep (never enough). I got an IM from Janelle tonight saying that she’d be home in a week. I don’t know what to say about that, but it was nice that she thought of me. I thought Tore was here for Thanksgiving, but I didn’t see nor hear anything from him. Either he didn’t come, or he has other priorities. No biggie. On that same vein, issues persist with Steve. He is still mega pissed. He came by to pick up his Call of Duty CD and I got the total cold shoulder. I had figured that this would have blown over by now, but apparently it has not. There isn’t shit I can do, either, because it’s his grudge. That sucks. It freaked me out the other day. I was at the store, talking with Keen about Japanese culture, and I very much regurgitated the things my mother said on Thanksgiving. I wanted to rip my tongue out with a pair of meat tongs to cleanse myself of such an attrocity. And to think that I’d kinda locked away that 18-year-long chunk of my life. It seems like I’m losing people. Like people are slowly drifting out of my life and I’m not stopping it from happening. And by not stopping it, I’m helping it. I feel that way about nearly everyone, except for the few people that I associate with on a daily basis. It’s very, very frightening. Cowboy up and chalk it up to life, or hang on for dear life and don’t let people slide? Toughy. [b]Update[/b] – Just because I have them laying around, here is Playboy’s December 2003 Women of Wal-Mart spread (not work safe) : [L=http://rand0m.org/images/walmart]http://rand0m.org/images/walmart[/L]