Every month, Mom asks me to draw some seasonal picture for the refrigerator--an attempt to make up for lost childhood time, I suppose. I drew two pictures I really liked this month, but I guess she didn't like them. Here's a replica of my favorite done in MSPaint:

I hate Thanksgiving. I make it an attempt to give thanks for every day I'm alive, so I don't see why there needs to be a special day for it. I'm grateful to be alive every day, and I make it known. Also, I hate that we glorify the pilgrims so much. Fleeing from religious intolerance, then proceeding to hate on the Indians so hard. The white settlers fucked over the Indians. The Indians don't get much recognition. It's rather sad, I think. The settlers and the cowboys perpetrated a great injustice upon the native folks here, but they're so glorified in the annals of American culture, but Indians either show up in the corner as insane savages or slightly tanned white people.

I kind of agree with Abbie Hoffman from the intro to "Steal This Book." The Natives were cheated, bigtime, but it was portrayed as fairness instead. "The Indians should have offed Jimmy Stewart in every movie, and we should have cheered ourselves hoarse."

In other news: I sent away for a map of Columbus. It'll really suck if I have to wander all the way around Columbus looking for the Value Center Arena. So I think it'd be a good idea to have a city map in my backpack.