Sorry I didn't write anything alst night, but I couldn't think of anything. Ok, even today I don't have anything worth saying, but I just want to catch up. Tomrrow is Thanksgiving... Can you say H-E-C-T-I-C? My normaly weird mother gets possed the last few days before Turkey Day. Everything must be perfect. Every christmas light must be in place, and the food must be tre magnifique. Plus the ever looming, entertainment. "Dara you practice Piano, Violin, Speech, Etiqute, ect." my mother yells to my face in her thick accent. Yes, you all have experienced it, being the family's little puppet. You must be the greatest child for them. I've even tried to live up to their standards but you always get struck down. The dissappointed looks when you hit the wrong notes, the scolding when you talk out of line, and the "evil eye" when you sneak a tiny bit of cake. Hey! Your only young once and come on, they did it too. But then you just join your other cousins and have contests to see who gets harassed the least (i always lose, because i'm the youngest). But this year everything is different, my cousins are in college and are considered "Adults", leaving me in the dust. But I have a plan! Be the photographer, play really easy songs, and go outside to juggle. By my plan I can goof off and hopefully get some tips (money) for what i'm doing. Sure my plan can go belly up, but you have to try. If worst comes to worse it is only 1 day... 24 hours... 1,440 minutes... 86,400 seconds... man that's a long time! I just have to keep my head up and face the turkey.