I Hate November

November has never been my favourite month. It's so bla, you know? I like October, it's crisp and colourful. October means Thanksgiving and Halloween. I like December, because it means Christmas and season of giving. But November? It's just a gray, unhappy month.

Today's one of those unhappy days. It's American Thanksgiving, or as my father used to call it "Turkey Day", the three of us celebrated it every year. It was our private holiday, but now he's gone and there's no point in marking the day. I mean, he was what made it so special.

Today's also the anniversary of my grandmother's death, so my mom's in a funk. Even after sixteen years, she still misses her mom a lot, which is fair. I'm sure in sixteen years, I'll still miss Daddy. Another reason to hate November, huh?

Though, a few good things happen. Taela's youngest sister was born in November. Her seventeeth birthday is on Sunday, so I'll be spending part of the weekend witht them, which is nice. I've always been very fond of Taela's sisters.

Not much else to say.

The Sims and Other Interesting Things

Got back from Toronto yesterday, spent the weekend visiting Meg (and Phil, of course). Had fun. Went to the Santa Claus parade, got addicted to the Sims. Yes, I know, I hate most computer games, but I couldn't help it. It's fun and it sucks you in.

So now, I want a PC so I can play the Sims all the time. Which would be bad, because then I'd never leave my room. Ever. I'm already too anti-social as it is.

Being in Toronto actually sort of motivated me to get to work making plans for next year. Mom and I have talked and I'll definitely be able to move up by September, so I should start planning for that. Decide what schools I'm applying to and for what courses.

I switched to part time status at work and that actualyl improved things. I actually like it better now that I'm only there 20-some hours a week and don't have to work Saterdays. Go figure.

Not much else interesting going on. My life is as always, pretty boring. But really, I prefer it that way. When my life is interesting, it's usually becoming something chaotic is going on and I hate chaos. I really do, which might sound odd given how often I create it.

Christmas is coming. God, that'll suck. The first Christmas without my father. He was always so into Christmas and he made it so much fun. How am I going to bear it without him? But then, how I have managed every day for the last nine months?

I've already had a couple of invitations for New Year's. Not sure what I'm going to do. I think Mom wants me to stay down here with her. Apparently Roger's having a party, so we could go there and it does sound like it'll be fun. Lot's of people I know and Castleton parties often rock. But then, after the last party I went to around here... Maybe not the best idea.

Well, I've got a while to decide. But once again, as I often forget, I don't just have my self to think about. Can I really leave Mom on New Year's Eve? Probably not. God, things were so much simpler a year ago. When all I had to think about was me.