Happy Thanksgiving, everyone, even if it isn't the holiday you'd traditionally celebrate. It's always good to have a day where you can take a moment aside and reflect on what you have and be thankful for it.
Of course, most of the people I've encountered in the past few days never looked beyond the food and the shopping of today and tomorrow, but that's beyond the point.
So-- it's Thanksgiving, and I'm at home. The tomatos are somehow miraculously alive still, and have even given out little fruits that are green and about the size of sugar-peas. I still have a paper (formerly ten pages, now holding at eleven) to finish editing and half a bio report to type up. Mostly though I'm just amused by my lit teacher's side comment, on a certain section of the paper, as it being "too academic." After eight hours of drilling about scientific, i.e. academic writing, I can't just dismantle everything I know and switch gears at a snap of the fingers (though I'm at the point where I wish I could because oh--how much time that'd save me, to say nothing of the efforts). The easiest way to go about it is probably to go and read something that's actually literature, and not scientific text, but at the current stage that might still take too long.
That's my Thanksgiving so far, my parents are off working on something or the other and most of the cacti that I brought home the other time have died, how's yours?
I got another cmera. I think. (The sudden and inexplicable sentence parallels the sudden and inexplicable arrival of the camera.)
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