In which I complain about having writer's block, but still end up bs-ing for almost four paragraphs.

I did have good intentions of posting every day, but it seems that I've already - this early in the game - encountered blogger's block. Oh, and just for the record. Those normal things I said I'd write about last time? The Prestige, The Fountain, A Good Year, and that new Will Ferrell movie that I can never remember the name of but where he surprisingly does not act like a total idiot; Jessica Simpson; and approximately 7 hours ago.

That's about the extent of my inspiration right now.

I am having trouble dealing with the fact that Thanksgiving is next week. Really, can you believe that? I just really can not. I think this may have something to do with the fact that I'm not at home this year. Normally, I would be talking to my aunts and cousins about what we want to eat and what each person is going to cook. Also, I'm probably going to drive back to Hattiesburg Thanksgiving night. Talk about growing up and being on your own. Suck.

I have one of those close knit families where everyone still lives in the same town, and takes advantage of every conceivable excuse to get together and eat. I have seen every member of my extended family at least once a week for every week of my life. Until four and a half months ago. I am actually the very first member of my family to move away from the Natchez area. Let's just say it's been kind of a tough transition. Also, a tough transition? Having to deal with working holidays. I've got Thanksgiving free, but we're back to work the next day; and I have to stay and walk Christmas Eve morning and New Years Day. It's a little weird, and a little sad, to be missing out on all the goings on with my family and friends at home.

On a brighter note, I should still be able to make the annual Christmas shopping trip with my sister, aunts, and cousins. My sister and I are still the babies, so we're bound to come away with some nice loot.