Thanksgiving wasn't too bad for me this year. I mean, the food was kinda bad, but it was still okay. I talked to a cousin of mine who I really don't like, so I was pleased with myself for that.

Today, as I may have said, my mother and I braved the cold and the crowds and went shopping at Fred Meyer at 6 in the morning. Of course, her being a mother and all, she made a direct beeline for the socks (read as: a bunch of sale-driven adults beating each other with purses to get "just one more" package of them)...not my idea of fun. I hung out in the electronics department, where I picked up a few nifty CD's for my dad for Christmas (Wow 2001 and DC Talk Greatest Hits, FYI).

Anyway, it wasn't until about five minutes ago that I realized I have a speech on Monday and a Chemistry test on Wednesday. Since I have absolutely no idea what the difference between an ionic compoud and a ternary compoud is (or even if one exists), I'm pretty much in a rather low position. I try my best in that class, though, I really do...but apparently my best isn't good enough, cuz I still have a B in there, which is not good.

My parents keep asking me what I want for Christmas, and they must think I'm joking or something, because everytime I tell them what I want they don't believe me. See, of course there's a few material things I want, like a new Discman, a new Bible, and an M.C. Escher calender (yeah, I know..."big deal." But seriously, to me it is...Escher was awesome). My dad said, "THAT'S IT?!" LOL...but anywho, the main thing I need is a non-material thing, which I'm not revealing here...*heh heh*

Speaking of Christmas, my dad and I made our first gingerbread house last year; I hope we make another one this year. It is one of the fondest memories I have of the past couple of years, and I think that's because my dad and I have never been really super close. Well, he's taken me to concerts and stuff, but for some reason it wasn't the same...anywho, we had to destroy the gingerbread house finally because there wasn't enough room left in our freezer after both my brother and my dad each got a deer this hunting season.

Sometimes I think I should have been born in the 70's so I could have been a teenager in the 80's. They had really cool music back then. I've bought about three compilation CD's full of music from the 80's in the past two months...I dunno, but I'm tired. LOL.

I had this idea that I was going to write about some common Christmas symbols (for Journalism) and talk about how each symbol originated. However, my dad came up with this absurd idea that actually could help people out...maybe. He thinks I should write about holiday safety or something. He was telling me I should write about how people should salt their driveway/s and put chains on their tires and what-not. Then I got all excited and exclaimed, "or I could tell them how NOT to fall through ice when they're ice fishing!" Hooboy...anyways.

Oh, whoa...just remembered something else. My dad ate chocolate this weekend...cake AND pie! WAHOO! The reason I'm excited about this is because when everyone in my family stopped going to church whenever-it-was, my dad swore he wouldn't eat chocolate until my whole family started going to church again. :) So yeah, ya know what that means. :) :) :)

Well, anyway, just thought I'd spill some random thoughts to let people who care know what's up.

~Den-"I don't care how cold it gets, I just want it to snow"Kara

P.S.
Question here...If you tell someone they hurt your feelings and they simply smile at you rather than replying, does it mean they didn't believe you were serious? Or does it just mean they don't know how to respond to your feelings being hurt?