Turkey Turkey T-Day (and other goings on)

Oh, well hello there!

Yes yes, I'm still alive and I feel like I haven't talked to any of you in awhile.  How's your aunt doing with that rash thing?  Did Shirley's cake win state at the fair?  Did your brother get parole this time or stab another inmate again?  Your sister lost any of the baby weight yet?  ...Still pregnant? Yeesh, some people just need all the attention.

But really though people, I feel like it's been too long.  Would you like a quick update on my goings on?  Hm, let's start with singing and dancing to Marina and the Diamonds in the basement (namely, this song), writing papers, eating tacos (I don't think there's any way to NOT make that sound dirty), googling why cats purr.  You know, all the essential things us college kids do.  What's that you say?  They don't do that?  Well I don't know where you live but those things are all the rage here...in my mind.

I'm sure you are all thinking a few things.  First one being how amazed you are that I speak the English language with such fluency and finesse.  Well thank you kind sir/madam, one day if you wish hard enough, you can be on American Idol (since that's still relevant?) and become a washed-up and vapid reality star.

Second, I'm sure you're thinking that Thanksgiving just happened.  What aren't you telling us Ryan?!

Gosh, so needy internet, I'm going to have to get a restraining order unless you stop leaving horse heads on my back porch--I don't care if you say they're gifts from the neighborhood!

Well, like any Thanksgiving, there was food.  Yes food.  Food food food.  Was there? There was.

You know, I originally put off writing this due to the fact that school* has been a little daunting lately and I honestly had a pretty low key Thanksgiving.  Plural, I need to make that plural.

Not the country? Ohhhhhh...

Let's see, on the day the Great Turkey saved the Easter Bunny, I first had T-day with the family.  Things started out like any other Cardenas gathering: someone was late, someone was still in their pajamas, and something ended up in the freezer that was not meant to be in the freezer.  Aside from the small frozen jello situation we had a rather calm dinner.  May we discuss though, Robert Redford cake?  You see, my sister made this as an additional dessert to our dinner and I think about half the dinner conversation focused around the name of the cake.

Sibling: So why is the cake call Robert Redford?

Maker of Cake: Because if you grind up Robert Redford and make him into a cake, that's what he would taste like.

Other sibling: Wait, who's Robert Redford?

Mom: He was in a lot of Westerns.

Me: RobertRedfordRobertRedfordRobertRedfordRobertRedfordRobertRedford

Dad:...Who's Robert Redford?

Thank you Robert Redford, wherever you are.  Also, sorry about the mysterious butt-print someone made into the cake named after you.

Let's go to Thanksgiving numero two now: Enter the Nielson household due to the last minute invitation from my recently engaged friend Grace.

Ah Nielson's, how you spoiled me with another Thanksgiving while you bet on how late certain people would attend.  My second turkey, my second pie, my second family, just a whole lot of seconds.  Seconds that were well spent, I might add, since some members of the Nielson clan (and extended members) helped calm my qualms about taking the GRE in the spring.  I guess you could say I used them for their knowledge...just kidding Nielsons, you know I love attending T-day at your house, you guys are all pretty rockin'.  Your OCD and ADD and ACDC, all of it, every bit.

Black Friday: I went back to the 'crombie for 10 hours. Things were busy, we made money, enough said.

Thanksgiving #3:

We are the outliers, because the vast majority is
too mainstream.

A little later than the rest, my friends decided to get together on Sunday to celebrate a little feast of leftovers from our respective Thanksgivings.  Due to the fact that my family had already vacuumed up all our food, I made a new batch of stuffing and headed over to Max's house for the festivities.  We had stuffing, hastily made cookies, the other T-day essentials, and some very crispy rolls due to oven negligence.  But doesn't that just illustrate a group of college-aged
kids getting together for a meal?  Just burnt something.  I mean, this age group eats ramen for every meal, so I think we became outliers with our cool cooking abilities.

And I swear, in that moment, we were outliers...

With all that widespread turkey murder day passed, I returned to the Ceeds where I would lie face-down on my floor while my body tried to digest and recover from the past week of serious binge eating.  Whoop-di-doo.

So let's all collectively take a deep breath...deeper, deeper I say! Now exhale as we bring in the new month with all the new things that we can commercialize!

Thanks for the Thanks.


*I promise that I'm not going to vague drama-blog about how hard school is.  Yes, I'm aware it is stressful sometimes and there's no shame in acknowledging that.  Is there shame in bitching about it to strangers on the internet who aren't in your exact situation?  Yes, SHAME.  Feel no guilt for me since I'm the one giving this prostitute of a school my money and then they're slapping me in the face with the equivalent of...a brick? I think that works.  Us college kids can gripe with each other because we understand that sometimes things aren't ideal.  When the griping is excessive, it's like crying to the prostitute.  ...You know, I think I'm getting lost in my own example so I'm gonna stop now.  Although, pity in the form of edible goods will not go unappreciated *nudge wink*