"I'm thankful for calculus!"

My Thanksgiving was spent with great family and friends. It is true that I have the greatest family in the world. And I have so much to be thankful for. And I am thankful.

But I’m also a spoiled brat. I’m very high maintenance. I’m a nut case really. On top of saying that I was thankful for my wonderful family and friends at Thanksgiving dinner, I threw in Prada and pink paisley shoes. (You wouldn’t believe how many compliments I get on those shoes! It’s amazing!) I don’t know how my parents put up with me. Spending Black Friday at the outlet mall was awful, I only wish that I had made it back home to hit up Tysons one more time…

My friend Lauren’s boyfriend Dave says that when he meets the guy I’m going to marry, he’s going to tell him to run. But that doesn’t really make any sense because he’s going to marry Lauren and Lauren and I are the same person. She doesn’t have the same need for designer clothing as I do, and she’s not as much of a neat freak, but other than that we’re the same. Nonetheless, Dave feels bad for my future husband. I feel bad for him too. Poor guy.

Please don't pull a Jessie Spano on me...

I've noticed that life is like high school. No matter what you do, it's like high school. And even when you eventually get married and have kids, you're kids will be in high school one day and then your life will be like high school even more.

People (myself included) are ridiculous and petty. No one seems to get the big picture. I think I can relate every day of my life since puberty to a "Saved by the Bell" episode.

Even when you grow up and get a real job, people will still come into your office bitching and moaning, and people will still talk about you behind your back because you forgot to change the coffee filter or made out with the mail boy in the copy room.

It's just a difference of age, scenery, and drug of choice.

Whatever. Zack Morris is hot. And that's all I'm going to say about that.

Heading to the Outerbanks on Wednesday for Thanksgiving. I know that I shouldn't complain about my parents making me go to their beach house for the holiday, but all I want to do is be at home. And see my girls!! And shop. There isn't anywhere to shop on the Outerbanks on black Friday!! What am I going to do?? It's my favorite day of the year!

When you are all at regular malls on Friday, be thankful. I'll be doing my black Friday shopping at the crappy Nags Head outlet mall. I HATE outlet malls.

It seems all I do these days is complain. But, I really am thankful for all of my family and friends who are always there for me. Thank you! And have a happy turkey day.

O.C.D.

Enough about Billy Corgan. I have OCD.

Now, I don't think that I really have OCD, but it is possible. Over the past few years I have become a total neat freak - everything in my room has a place. My drawers are organized. Underneath my bathroom sink is organized in a very distinct fashion. I'm extremely meticulous about my medicine cabinet. I could go on and on...

My roommates like to make fun of me. One day Sara and Cassie went into my room and rearranged three things to see if I would notice. Well, I did. I think it even came down to them switching the angle of a picture frame on my bookshelf. I yell at them about their dirty dishes so much it's amazing that they haven't kicked me out yet. I hate messes and I hate clutter.

Now, I wasn't like this last year. (Last year my roommates didn't leave dirty dishes in the sink either, but I feel like that's irrelevant) Though I was always obsessive about my room, it never spread to the outside world. I noticed that I may have obsessive compulsive disorder a few weekends ago while watching "Coyote Ugly" with my roommates. If you haven't seen the movie, it's about hot girls that dance on a bar and pour tequila all over themselves. Anyway, I found myself getting very uncomfortable thinking about what a mess they were making pouring beer and tequila everywhere. I mean, I started squirming thinking about how sticky and smelly that mess would be. So, obviously, I started thinking, "What the hell is wrong with me?"

Then it hit me- the crappier my life gets, the more I want to dust, make my bed, and soak my bathtub in bleach. I'm not saying that my life is awful, it's very far from it, but instead of just fixing things that matter (like starting the millions of papers I have to write this month, or picking up the phone and calling an old friend) I just fix the external things that don't. My day isn't going to be ruined because my shoes aren't perfectly lined up in my closet, but at the same time I can't sleep unless they are.

I don't know. Maybe I just have too many pet peeves.