Thanksgiving break was fun. I was only home for three nights though, but I still had a good time. I just hung out alot with Scott, Pat, Shaun, and Caroline. Tuesday night we hung out at Caroline's and Amanda, Kathryn, Dylan, and Kathryn's friend from school came over too. Oh, and Gavi and Kellie.
Wednesday night Pat, Amanda, Scott, Caroline, and I went to Doug's house in Oaklyn. He lives about two blocks from where my dad used to, it was a funny feeling being back in that town for a reason other than going to my dad's house. I had a really good time, I hadn't seen Doug in so long. I got very drunk and very high. Nelson, Scott McVey, and Dylan came too. What a blurry night. I like seeing those guys. I remember when we used to hang out in high school. It's funny how quickly time seems to go by when you don't see someone for a long time.
Thursday I went to my Aunt June's house for Thanksgiving with the Yost side of the family. I alternate between their side and going to my Aunt Yoli's house for the Otero side every other year. Anyway, I always liked the Yost Thanksgiving better because it was louder and more family-like. But this year was really strangely quiet and kind of boring. I think there was an awkward silence there for the first time in my 20 years of doing these festivities. I don't know what the deal was, but it was strange. I guess it's because everyone's getting old. Pop-pop's having heart trouble, everyone's divorced, my cousins are in high school and not loud pains in the ass like they used to be. It's just strange. I don' know.
Later that night I went over to Scott house for a little bit to hang out with the usual people.
Yesterday I had to come back to school to broadcast a hockey game for WTSR. I fucked up a bunch and we lost the feed and I had no idea what to do. It was a funny situation when you look back at it. Once I got the hang of it though, it started going well.
Today I didn't do that much. It was relaxing. I spent today and yesterday listening to The Promise Ring. I wish I wasn't five years late on every band I get into. Shaun, Kristal, Tom, and Claire came over. Kristal brought her tiny poodle puppy Cappi who is sooo cute. He was terrified of me at first but we bonded. I kicked Shaun and Tom's ass in Smackdown. We're way too into that game, but the trash talk is worth it. I think if I ever say "Orlando Jordan" again, one of them is going to jump me. But nothing is better than a dude that spells his initials out in the air and I always win, so fuck 'em.

I know this is going to sound so cliche, but whatever. Thursday night when I came home from Scott's house, I got out of my car and I saw a star in the sky out of the corner of my eye. So I looked up, and there were dozens of stars in the sky. It was such a clear, perfect night up there. It was like a blanket of black with little white specks. It reminded me of this one time I was trying to sleep and I tossed my dark blue blanket to the side and I saw all these little sparks of static electricity blink. Anyway, I stood outside looking at the sky for just a little bit. I just really wanted to soak in that moment, the stars, the cold air, everything, and remember it. I want to remember it so when I get old and cranky and bitter and wrapped up in myself, I want to look at the sky one night and remember that feeling I had Thursday night so I can bring myself back to my senses.