My favorite holiday is coming up and I can't be more excited to spend it drinking wine and dining on cheese with my cousin. That's right, no turkey, mashed potatoes, or pumpkin pie for me. My family isn't on good enough terms to put aside our differences and willingly get together to just be thankful. Instead, we're all separated on holidays, polarizing just how alone we are on the days of togetherness. That is okay though because I despise stuffy, uncomfortable family gatherings anyways. I would much rather be alone or in the company of several people I actually like. With this said though, I do still appreciate the meaning of Thanksgiving. I am thankful, underneath my emo-esque demeanor. Everyday I see or hear about people less fortunate than I am and they remind me of what I have.
Fall quarter is coming to an end, finally. Right now it's the calm before the storm. There's something so beautiful and peaceful knowing that very soon everything will be chaotic again. Enjoy this while it lasts. With that said, I think I will go to cold stone for some ice cream soon. I don't care how cold it is outside, it is never, never, never too anything for ice cream.
