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It's Thanksgiving again. that means it's time for the yearly (often, more than yearly) trek out to see the Relatives. I really don't like spending the holidays with them, and I really don't want to this year. Earlier this year, my Aunt T. called to talk or something. She asked how school was going, so I told her. Normal stuff. It's good, I love the kids, some coworkers are great, I'm having problems with others. I told her a little about the teaming/switching situation and how hard it was, but I was getting a handle, etc.

You know what she said? Something to the effect of, "It serves me right for asking." Or maybe she said she wouldn't ask again or something. That's when I remembered that this was the woman who only liked to talk on the phone to my father because "my mother talks too much." My dad? Doesn't talk at all.

So, if she asks again, I'll just say fine. On the off chance she presses for more information, I'll either tell ehr I don't want to talk about it or I figure she doesn't really want to hear (or something to that effect).

Ericka invited me to her Thanksgiving this year. I'd go, except my Aunt D. was diagnosed with breast cancer over the summer, and this'll be the first time we see her since it happened. But next year, I'm not going. And I mean it this time.

Things I'm Thankful For:

1. My health

2. My family

3. My friends at school

4. My job

6. Hope

7. You All

Love to Everyone!

I forgot about my dream

I guess I was one of the case of Lost. For some reason, all the people from LOTR were visiting Dominic, and even though I wasn't actually talking to them, they were all following me back to my hotel/apartment. I'm walking, feeling very bemused to be standing next to Orlando Bloom (who was actually cute and looked nothing like OB. Of course, I don't think I ever actually saw his face, but it was difefrent) and suddenly I realzied taht if I wasn't a fan, then I could talk to him. Plus, I was an actor, too, so it was different.

We all go to my apartment, which is a mess and disgusting. I hadn't been tehre in awhile. Everyone but Orli and my sister go into the back to play. Orli, Sis and I sit down to watch Lost, which Orlando hadn't seen. We're on my unmade bed (ewe!!! Why didn't I make it) when my cat starts meowing. I suddenly realize that I hadn't fed her in like two days, since i"d been gone. I was out of food, too. So I left Orlando and Sister to go to the store, where I almsot got raped and beat up, but I did see Billy Boyd driving some weird neon drag car or something.

And there's a very slight chance I *may* have been Ian Sommerhalder in the dream. Just a feeling, since he found that cat and all.