Thank you for the doorknob, and the floor, and the window...

So Thanksgiving is just around the corner - tomorrow to be a little more precise. I get to wake up at like 6 or 7 to finish sweeping the leaves off the driveway. Hooray! except not. Ross is at Nathan's aunt's house since Nathan is in town. Nathan is a good old friend of Ross's that he can't see very often because he goes to college. Good for Ross, not good for me. No one's on for me to talk to and with Ross at Nathan's I can't talk to him. He didn't even tell me he was going. I went to his house earlier to pick up the PS2 and he was like "Call me tonight," and I said that I wasn't going to because I didn't realize how early it was, but then he was like "No, you have plenty of time. Call me." So, I called him. I called his cell phone because I thought it was kind of late so the first thing I said was "Should I have called your home phone, or is it OK that I used your cell?" and he says, "Well, I'm not actually home..."
"Uh... wha... where... are you?"
"Um... I'm at Nathan's house. Well, actually it's his aunt's house. See, he's in town and he called and asked if I wanted to do something..."
"Oh... OK... um... I guess I'll just talk to you tomorrow then."
Then Ross feigns as though he'd like to talk to me by asking how much time I have to talk and I lie and say that it's too late for me to be on the phone so I shouldn't really be talking at all, which is exactly the answer that I know he wants to hear because he'd prefer to be talking with his friends rather than me. Oh well. I was shopping for a total of like 2 hours, if you disregard the traveling time. An hour of which was spent grocery shopping Thanksgiving goodies, like snacks to eat while at my aunt and uncle's bayou house before we go to my grandparents' house for the actual Thanksgiving dinner. I can't forsee fun in my future, but maybe I'll get lucky... or passout from too much turkey. Here's hoping for the latter. I'm growing my hair out... I think. I don't really know. I think I may cut it a little to get rid of the dead ends and then let it keep growing, or just cut it back to it's previous length that I grew so fond of, but I still miss my long hair. I don't know. I presume I'll just take the easy way out and let it grow. I went jeans shopping today. Ugh. That has got to be one of my least favorite things to do. If I go after I eat, I feel to fat. If I go before I eat, I feel fat because I don't even have an excuse as to why I look fat. So flusterating. I wanted to get some pretty long-sleeved things, but I didn't get a chance. I did, however, buy somethings I was in desperate need of. I'm so excited about it. Anyway, I might as well head to bed. Stick a fork in it, lassie. It's done.