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Sunday, November 28, 2004


   Turkey Day Weekend
Thanksgiving was boring. The only person that could make it to dinner was my grandma, which is pretty sad considering we invited my whole family and bought two turkeys, a ham, and all that other good Thanksgiving junk. After dinner, which was really like lunch, we went to see The Polar Express. It was okay, I guess... I hate that freakin' hot chocolate song, though. Now every time I want hot chocolate I get it stuck in my head!
Pee-wee's Playhouse is such a good show. We rented the second disc of the first season from Hollywood Video (my mom works there so we get free movies. It's her second job, her first job is as a Kaiser dental assistant.). I think it influenced my dream though... Check this out: Okay, so at the beginning of my dream I was at school and my best friend Tiff was visiting. There were these three girls in my class that were robots and the only people who knew they were robots were me and my friends (I only have three REAL friends counting Tiff). And for some reason, the teachers couldn't see the robot girls. That's why I thought it was wierd that Mr. Barbar, my math teacher, could see one of them... Anyway, the girls were really cool and (big surprise) they actually looked like girls from Chobits. One of them looked a LOT like Chi. Anyways, then I was randomly with my dad, my brother, and my neighbor family. We were buying plane tickets to California for Sunday and Monday (that would have been today and tomorrow because it was actually taking place this weekend). And I was happy because I wouldn't be in school on Tuesday and wouldn't have to turn in my Odyssey poetry assignment (which I still haven't finished, by the way). Anyway, when we were on the plane everyone was having parfaits and watching a movie (the screens were on the ceiling of the plane). There was this little cute kitten running around the plane that my neighbor Jon had just gotten for his b-day. It was really random, no? That's it for this entry.

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