Time is retarded. Very, very, very retarded. I mean who would've thought that Thanksgiving is already here? Anyone? I mean I feel like my birthday just passed and suddenly Thanksgiving just sneaked up on me and smacked mein the face. And then I remember that Thanksgiving is not actually here, but that my brain (failing even at 17) is just following in its bad habit of rounding everything birthdays, album releases, and minutes. Lots of people would probabaly think that, yeah, rounding is good, and it makes life easier. No. My mind doesn't ever do anything that actually would be useful to my life or make it a more pleasant experience. MY mind does the bad kind of rounding. Such as...

Example:
Dom: [Looks at calendar]
Calendar: [Two weeks till Thanksgiving]
Dom: [Oh my God! Thanksgiving is in like two days!]

The funny thing is, I don't even especially LIKE Thanksgiving. To me it's like an occasion to eat a bird that, in my opinion, tastes like nasty bread. That said, why should I be happy about Thanksgiving? Anyway, all the other people in America get really psyched about it. So, we celebrate it anyway.
At least we could have a party.


Pretty please?