As many of you know, today is Thanksgiving. Wonderful, food, family, fun, and whatever. Anyway, this year went pretty well. After assuring that my Grandpa would not be cutting the turkey this year, (he licks his fingers after each slice) some of my fears were put to rest. I really like turkey, but I can't eat it when he cuts it. Anyway, the point is, eating can be difficult. Take tonight for example, I was watching the food so intensely I was scared my head might explode. It's just, it has to be sanitary. I only ate one serving of turkey, because there was no serving fork. Without a serving fork, people had to take their turkey with the fork they had been eating off of. Gross!!! See, the turkey was the first thing to be served, so no one had used their forks yet. Where the fuck was the serving fork, anyway? This reminds me of an incident from a couple weeks ago. My family and I were dining at Applebees. We had one of those appetizer samplers, which are simply God's gift to mankind, anyway, my bro used the fork he was eating off of to grab something. I freaked! (Keep in mind that I was already stressed.) Well, after bitching him out, I created a new ritual. I've been doing it a lot lately. I tap my thumb to each finger, with this weird 1-2-3 pattern. My mom was kind of like, "What the hell?". I think i started crying at the table, because I was making everyone else stressed. I felt so bad, I apologized to my mom for making her miserable. She said that I didn't make her miserable, and that she loved me. She said she just worried about my ability to control my emotions.

Ok, new incident, this one happened in Dickinson. Well, my friend and I decided to go on this little adventure with one of our guy pals. He always came up to Minot to visit us, and be in our dance performances, so we decide to go to Dickinson with him. Why we thought Dickinson would be cool, i have no idea. Anyway, we were staying at his house. The first night his rents prepared pasta, and even his dance teacher , Nikki, came to eat with us. Justine, being the parent charmer that she was, ate all her food, and came off as being a normal, cute, teenage girl. I have trouble eating at other people's houses. Therefore, crazy me was forced to choke the food down. It's not that it tasted bad, I was just scared of it. Things never taste right at other people's homes. I kind of picked at it, after I knew i couldn't eat anymore. His dad took notice and was kind of like, "What the fuck is your problem?" I pulled the execuse that I was full, but  don't think anyone bought it. A couple days later, Preston was like " Why didn't you eat the other night?"

Life is hard!