Are you restless like me?

Today it rained so I could not start decorating the yard for Christmas. Instead Manda and I listened to Bright Eyes Christmas carols and decorated wreaths for the windows and front door. We discovered that neither of us can tie nice bows.

My Thanksgiving ended up a lot better than I thought it would be. As expected, the adults did shots. They actually offered me one, I guess I count as an adult now. It was some specialty tequila, like made by a chef or something. They said it was smooth, I just thought it was better than warm Cuervo. They made Manda and I do the seating arrangement, again. Then they complained about where they had to sit. We played Fact or Crap. I got a pretty sweater for my birthday. My garlic mashed potatoes were a big hit.

I wrote my personal statement, finally. I guess I like it, but it really is very personal. I'm trying to decide if I should use it as one of my writing samples for this SF Writer's Conference thing. I also have to write some short answer thing for UW about cultural awareness, I think I'll write about being a minority at my school. I can probably use that for the conference, too.