Running into people from the past wasn't as obnoxious as it could have been, so that was good. I am just entertained at seeing how people interact with each other after years apart. I find it funny when people need to really reach to say "hello" as if it is complicated and difficult; it is not. My method is to just say nothing. You don't care, I don't care. Fine. It's something that I just can't relate to whatsoever. It was funny running into one person in particular. I hadn't seen her in seven years, and it was fairly hilarious. She is a bit of a weirdo, not necessarily in a bad way...though that is debatable. We talked about memories from a trip that we took, about the group we were with; our individual take on what went on. I hadn't thought about those memories in a long time. I hadn't seen a lot of the people that were at the bar in several years, and my beard and glasses proved to serve as a good camouflage to avoid potentially painful run-ins. I prefer it that way. South side...

Thanksgiving was nice. Different, but nice. I spent most of the time with my Dad and my cousin Danny in the basement watching football games that I didn't particularly care about. Afterwards I went to Lindsay's parents' house, which was nice. I was a bit too tired to fully enjoy myself, as it was loud, and I couldn't really focus on anything but my brain telling me to go to bed. Once the music and the crowd died down, it got better. Sitting at the table, chatting with Steve KORN, Lindsay and her parents was nice. I drank too much tea though. I mostly enjoy the traditions of the holidays; those that already exist, and those that will come. Lyf3.