I sexified this thing... It took forever and a day, but I think I finally like it. I damn well should. It took long enough. I'm talking to Kat right now. She's leaving for two days in a couple of hours. I'm sad. What am I going to do all day without her? *voice in the back of head* "Get a life, Danielle?" Nnnn... Something like that, right? I'm gonna take a trip to Vestal and get some CDs and possably either go to JoAnn fabrics to get materials to make something or get someone to see Bridget Jones 2 with me... It'll probably end up being my mother seeing as no one else is 17 yet. This kinda sucks. How am I supposed to take advantage of my new priveledge with a parent? Hmph. Well, as soon as Rachel gets her driver's liscense, she can get in whether or not she's 17 so it's all good. Debbie says she can smell the turkey cooking and now she's all excited. Hell, I'm not even dressed and there's a very good chance I'm not going to get dressed. We don't have anyone coming here for Thanksgiving dinner so I don't really have anything to worry about. It's kind of lonely though as everyone else is with their extended families and friends and it's just the five of us like every other day... Except that I'm actually expected to sit and eat at the table tonight for like an hour when mom's cooked this huge meal, and I have no idea anymore who sees trying to impress. Sure, it tastes good... But really, we eat her cooking every other night, so why get flashy? Damn those pilgrims and their feast. Wow, I realize I'm incredibly deprived. 4 months of not really kissing another (except for a peck... Because I know she'll bitch at me if I don't add that in here) person can really drive someone mad... The problem is, I don't want to kiss any old person... I don't even want to kiss some incredibly hot and wonderful person with a bright and sparkling personality who oh-so-conveniantly good actually live around here. No, I have to want what is next to impossable, and there's a good chance I won't be kissing anyone else until I get what I want. Get ready to count the fucking months, kids.