I pretty much hate Thanksgiving. I don't really know why. I think it's mostly because of the "cranberry in a can" fiasco that goes on every year. But this year's Thanksgiving was particularly epic.

First, I didn't get to go home. I had to stay in the state of Wisconsin which, of course, I love at times, but it started snowing not too long ago and the wind is awful and my friends go to schools in Florida, Texas, and California where it's warm. Plus, everyone else went home. And I have very few friends who live in Mt. Horeb (or Mt. Horrible, as named by Will), so it was bad to begin with.

Then my aunt and uncle got in a fight with my parents within the first 20 minutes of our arrival. (My parents flew out here, so at least that was nice...I didn't have to suffer alone.) This is just insane. I don't understand why we insist on putting ourselves through hell. It's not like you're giving the kids the illusion of a "normal family." We know you're fucked up. We think it's fucked up that you try and hide it. Know this.

My cousins and I escaped to smoke weed and get movies. We got a few. And by a few I mean six. So I guess we were subconsciously preparing for the upcoming fights by having the option of escape by watching movies...

Anyway, then Thanksgiving comes. The amount of mashed potatoes I ate cannot be fathomed by another human being. I can't even fully comprehend the amount of starch I must've eaten in more or less one sitting, but whatever, it's fucking Thanksgiving. I don't touch the cranberry concoction or the giblet gravey. Giblets? Really? That's just so gross to me.

So, I'm pretty much stuffed with potatoes and peas (pretty much all I eat on Thanksgiving) and I go to take a little nap before we watch one of the many rented movies (Life Aquatic with Steve Zissou, to be exact) and my headphones are broken! Well, more like one headphone is broken. The left one to be specific. But it's just the worst. I only hear half as much (obviously) but certain songs sound like shit with this particular problem, for example this song by The Postal Service. A lot of Gorillaz songs sound awful as well.

So, to top off my least favourite holiday of the year, I have no working headphones, two papers due tomorrow, finals coming up, and snow covering the streets of Madison. It may seem dramatic, but I hate my life right now.

At least now I'm back at school (once more in the library-soon to be my new home once finals aren't too far away) and I have the option of spending $20 I don't have on headphones I definitely need so I don't go crazy and jump down the stairwell of the library to my death.