Turkey Day has come and gone...

Thanksgiving amounted to basically a relaxing, yet uneventful break from the rigors of school. You know the drill. I didn't really get much of anything done, but nonetheless, I feel like my break was well-spent, and I returned all ready and rested to finish off the semester. The only downside was that my feelings towards my punk-ass brother were at the point where I was about to strangle him. He's such a brat. Then again, I was too at fifteen, but the difference was that I didn't go crying for help everytime something wasn't going my way. Sometimes I wonder how I ever managed to get through puberty without being murdered by relatives. Oh well.

After careful research and study, I have concluded that Guinness is better out of the tap than out of the bottle.