* I'm not in the writing mood, but I felt that I had to update this sooner or later. Excuse the blunt sentances and lack of wit, but I'm not going to exert myself for your entertainment. Enjoy! *

Thanksgiving break for you guys only means more school for me. Home schooling doesn't get breaks, you see. And a break in the family would definitely be more appreciated then a break in schoolwork.

My Uncle Deane came in from Los Angeles, which was really nice. His (boy)friend Alec was also supposed to fly in, but ended up being bumped off his flight. It was sad, but our plans are for me to fly out there for my 17th birthday this coming Christmas.

The Fishman Family is definitely one of those... scary ones. You see, it would take a page and a half to list each family member, their relations and just what they did to annoy me this Thanksgiving. My Uncle warren, for example, does not know when to shut up. He does not know when to be normal, in fact. And oh my, my second cousin, Max, who is 4 years old does NOT know when to calm down. Do they have shots that are legal to use on children? Not only did they find it acceptable to play with all of my precious Harry Potter figurines, but they also found it acceptable to rile Rusty up to the point where he attacked them with full gusto. Preceding that, they kept tormenting the poor dog. I feel rather sorry for my Cousin Becky (their mother), she’s raising Satan's sons.

On another note, I discovered over Thanksgiving that frustration is an awful thing. You see, I have this doll. It’s not a plush doll, but rather a clay doll. Its being molded and sculpted to look like Ellen Degeneres but I just cannot get the face to shape. Her nose looks like the Pope's (no offence to His Holiness, although I highly doubt he shall ever read this) and her mouth looks like she’s had one too many collagen injections. Being a perfectionist can be good sometimes, but right now it's annoying me to no end. I've already crumpled and scrapped the project several times now, but I just can't give up. This is going directly to her, and we all know how Ellen loves these sorts of gifts. Its a huge annoyance getting a somewhat good face, only having it smashed together by your fat and un-talented fingers. Can fingers be untalented? Well, mine are.

I suppose I'll post a picture of my first doll, which was a reject, and let you all be the critics. My second one was destroyed in the mail being shipped to Los Angeles, damn postal service.

Uncle Deane always does inspire me to do my best, though. He is a hero to me, but I can't tell if that scares him or not. I often tell him so, but he doesn't really respond. I actually (now that I think of it) believe he changes the subject when I bring it up. Oops, I hope I'm not saying the wrong thing... Ah well, I'm sure he'll live. In all honesty, Uncle Deane is probably one of the coolest relatives anyone could have. Without him, I think I'd be downright lost. Thank Heavens he came this Thanksgiving season. We visited my grandma who has some sort of problem in her brain. Excuse me for not knowing the exact terms, but to put it bluntly, she does not remember much at all. When you bring things up, she does remember them, but barely. I'm "Ozzie's daughter" and Ozzie (my father) married that "girl" who Gram did not approve of. Uncle Deane is mistaken for "Jay" (her step son?) and by the time we get this past her head, she’s forgotten who I am again.

I think the funniest moment of the day was when Grandma Gloria blurted out, "Oh my God! You're queer!" to Uncle Deane.


Good times at the resting home.


All in all, Thanksgiving break was mixed with fun times and annoying family members, but I'm sure it turned out that way for most people.



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