Thinksgiving

Does anyone have such a large family that every holiday that rolls around is celebrated multiple times because your parents wanted to see everyone? Yea, me too. Well, this year was by no means an acception. Considering I have a fairly large family as is and the fact that my parents are divorced, I have so far had a total of 4 thanksgiving dinners. I am finishing off my Thanksgiving celebrations tonight with one last dinner with my friends. This post, unlike most or all of my other posts, does not really have much to do with me failing in some ridiculously irresponsible way. Instead, I have actually remained fully committed to my responsibilities and completed all everything that needed to be done in a timely manner. This included planning the dinner, making a few of the sides(it was a pot luck sort of thing), picking a few of my friends up, and actually arriving at the house where the dinner was being held. I really hate to disappoint those that enjoy reading of my misfortune, but this Thanksgiving was time that I was able to manage properly and with the slightest of mishaps. Hooray for me. Anyway, I would also like to wish all of those that celebrate holiday *cough cough, William Kamffer, cough cough* a happy belated Thanksgiving.

If I Were A Rich Man

Before I start, let me express my love for theatre. I'm a thespian in every sense of the word. With that said, let me start. This morning, I woke up at an early hour, thinking that I can get a good head start on my day. I set my alarm the night before with the intention of getting up and reading, working on homework, and being as productive as possible. The first few minutes of my morning went according to plan. I took my shower, brushed my teeth, and got dressed. Then, I wanted to go online to look on BeachBoard to see what assignments I could get an early jump on. As I sat at my computer, I suddenly thought about the Fiddler on the Roof, and began humming my favorite songs from it. Before long, I was on Youtube (a procrastinator's biggest weakness) singing along to If I Were A Rich Man on full volume. It's a good five minute song, and I probably played it close to ten times, singing along loudly each time. I haven't had the opportunity to listen to this song in a long time, so I took full advantage of the time I had. Now, I have the song stuck in my mind, and the image of Tevye happily jiggling to the song whenever I close my eyes. Looking back, I'm happy with how I spent that time. It's thoughts like this that help me power through the miserable days.