Today was a good day, but I've been gone. I was in the big bad city visiting relatives for Thanksgiving, in which I utilized the one hour drive each way to write a journal entry on paper and do various school assignments. I'd like to go to bed early tonight, my mind has been active today so I'm exhausted. Only problem is my parents are notorious for keeping me up with noise or shining lights after I lie down, they're skilled at that art form. They're sweet enough in the daylight though that it makes up for it, so I'm not going to complain.

In case any of you didn't know I write my entries before I go to sleep because I feel that that's when my mind is at a state of lucidity and calm. The night has always been a time where I could write easily, at least in my teenage years. Must have something to do with the end of my day.

I did some of my English homework in the car today, I'll type it up on the computer and make it look nice this afternoon.

I'm going to explain what happened today, because it was actually fun and interesting . . ., errr, tasty. Started out by "sleeping in", which wasn't really sleeping in because my dad woke me up at 12:00 with one of his midnight refrigerator raids and my dog strolled by in the wee hours of the morning, and I'm pretty sure the phone woke me up this morning but I wasn't awake enough to tell so I fell back to sleep. I probably got a total of 8 hours, which is what I "function at par" on. If there was nobody to bother me I could probably sleep 10 hours a day. That'd be the life. 10 hours of fantasy and dreams, and nobody to stop me.

After I had risen from my mighty slumber, my mom cooked a good breakfast (which was supposed to tide us over till 4:00 when we had our turkey dinner with relatives in the city). I cleaned myself up and took a shower and such, dressed up for seeing my grandma, and we took off. When we arrived I saw a reflection of a lady in a mirror that I thought was a house guest at first glance. It was my grandma. She looked so different because she isn't getting her hair done and such . . . she's also on oxygen now. I love her just the same, no matter how she looks, and I'll always remember her. This will most likely, but hopefully not, be her last Thanksgiving. So, moving on, we all talked while my mom prepared the turkey and such, and had a wonderful meal and talked about all sorts of family-like things that don't belong in this journal entry. It's always nice to spend time with the people you love, because you never know when something tragic could occur. Immortality is something that has not yet been invented by man.

Silver because today is the 50th journal entry, and Happy Turkey Day because it's Thanksgiving. That's for all you people out there who love to analyze things like I do.

I'm feeling achy in my legs and back, so I'm thinking a quick hot shower should do the trick. I used to like really long hot showers, and I still do, but I worry about the bills and such. I try to be a thoughtful person - I don't want my parents supporting my expensive habits . . . it's nice when they spoil me once in awhile of course, but I'm sure all of you other teenagers out there can understand . . . every once in awhile, we worry about how our parents are doing, we worry about their financial situation, and we worry about their future. I truly love my parents, my friends, my animals, and my single stuffed animal which I cherish the most - Froggy. Froggy was a gift to me from my Grandfather Bob, and it brings back many fond childhood memories. I'm not ashamed to admit something like this because if one was to ridicule me for being in my youth, I would have full opportunity to retort at them for being ornery and inconsiderate. That single item to me is like a wedding ring - every time I look at something that has that level of importance to me, it brings a part of me out - a part of my childhood innocence - my lack of understanding for the world around me that I miss in a certain way. I only miss it because the world today is so different from a world without worry.

Thanksgiving was wonderful, and I'm feeling wonderful. I'm even going swing dancing tomorrow night, and I'm going to have a great time. I've been thinking of different move combinations to do, but then realizing that swing dancing is all about having fun, not about planning executions.

(Thinking: I haven't talked to Yang in awhile, I'll have to log on the internet around 4:00A.M. and see if he's around on Saturday when I can get the rest.)

I love my Grandma. I love my family. I love my friends, my teachers, my peers, even the ones that hate me. It's all part of what makes me who I am today. I hope everyone stays healthy and well for many years to come.

P.S. I need to figure out when to use the words "Who" and "Whom" better, rather than going back to "Who is that?" and "To whom are you talking to?". Also I need to figure out the difference between "Lay", "Lie", "Laying", "Lying", and that whole slew of words. It's annoying because I remember learning it in elementary school, but I'm not quite able to grasp my teachers words from six years ago.

Take care my friends, hope you all had a great Thanksgiving, if you celebrate it of course.