Today (Well, yesterday now), I spent the majority of my day sleeping. And then playing Pokemon. Around five, Linda came back to the dorms. She, Ivy, and myself proceeded to play DDR for a bit. Then Linda and I went to see Avenue Q!

Just for the record, Avenue Q is just as awesome as you thought it would be, except more so. ♥ It completely made my Thanksgiving.

It’s funny; Thanksgiving was never that big of an affair at my house. My mom and I saw it as an excuse to eat a lot of food, but we never really gave thanks to anything or anyone. This year, though, being by myself at school made me think about my life and what I have to be thankful for. There’s my mom, of course, and I miss and love her so much. It’s strange to not see her at all on Thanksgiving, but stranger still that I’m not as sad as I ought to be. I’m a bit afraid that I’m falling out of touch with her, and that’s something I really don’t want to happen.

Moving on to happier things, though, I also have the fact that I’m in college to be thankful for. When I was in high school, college was my goal. If I could make it to college, I was set. I was good. College meant that I’d have a chance for a good life and a chance to make the people I love around me happier. Being in college is a dream come true. I dreampt about going to college for twelve years, and now the dream is my reality. It still overwhelms me sometimes, realizing that I am, in fact, in college.

My friends I’m also thankful for. I don’t know how I do it, since my personality’s pretty bad, but I always have the best friends in the world. When people are willing to put up with my arrogance and narrow minded-ness, and give me food on Thanksgiving on top of that, I know that I’m loved. And I love all of my friends. ♥ To that guys in Lake Charles, I miss you all so, so much. ♥ Watch for me come Christmas!

And there’s more; there’s always more, but those are the top three things I’m thankful for this year. I hope that everyone had a great Thanksgiving like I did.

Argh, I’m tired. It’s the kind of tired one gets from doing things all day and knowing that he or she is leading a productive life, though, so I’m not complaining. ♥

Water balloon fights are awesome. As are shiskabobs. I love picnics, especially ones with fourty Asian people.

Mommy is coming tomorrow! I shall have to take the bus to the airport to meet her. Sounds fun!

My mother came home! She came back to Lake Charles at 6:55 PM on June 5th. Words cannot properly describe how happy I am to have her back. That night, we stayed up until three in the morning, doing nothing but talking and catching up. I ♥ my mommy.

Other than that, there hasn’t been too much going on! I have a lunch/brunch with Hannah tomorrow at 10:30, which means I should have been asleep hours ago. My sleep schedule is messed up. Again. Crudcakes.

“If it won’t work, break it.”

While that isn’t actually my mother’s main motto in life, I have, on more than one occasion, thought that it would be a rather fitting mantra for her. She has this extraordinary ability to take something that was, until about four minutes ago, in fine condition and turn it into a pile of…whatever it was that said object was composed of.

Take my old computer, for example. While I highly enjoyed beating it to death with a badminton racket, it was my Mother who encouraged the actual technological carnage. When I apparently wasn’t hitting the computer hard enough, she took the racket out of my hands and delivered several blows that would have probably dented a tank.

My mother is a strong woman.

Just now, when she couldn’t figure out how to get a single piece of gum from one of those large packs of gum that people carry around, she tore it apart like one would a Christmas present if one were a small child and impatient for her Malibu Barbie. Behind her, she left a trail of broken wrappers and ripped paper. All over the table. Guess who cleaned up?

I love my mother, I truly do. Words cannot express the love I feel for her. She is my best friend, she is the one who understands me better than I understand myself. She knows what I’m feeling and why I’m feeling that way before I even realize that I’m feeling anything at all. I dread growing older because that means I would have to part ways with her. My mother means a lot to me.

But I cannot stand her impatience sometimes. I introduced her to YouTube the other day, in an attempt to make her feel more at ease with the internet, since she’s the type of person who can find a startling large amount of amusement in other people’s pain, and YouTube is, well, YouTube.

She gave up when she realized that the videos wouldn’t load fast enough for her to skip to the last ten seconds and see what the end was like.

Like mother, like daughter? For once, I hope not.

I still love her anyway.