Happy Thanksgiving

Despite the fact that I woke up at noon, it feels like it has been a full day. Had a Thanksgiving-worthy breakfast, soon followed by a very Thanksgiving-worthy lunch with friends. Well, I'm sure it was dinner to them, but we came home and had - in terms of taste, not necessarily variety - a Thanksgiving-worthy dinner. My paternal grandmother came down for dinner (she lives just down the street). She's, um ... a character, to say the least. There were a couple times I had to stonewall myself and "uh-huh" my way through it, but overall she wasn't too bad tonight.
I was watching The Sorcerer's Apprentice the whole time I was typing that first paragraph so it feels like it should be much longer than what it is. That's such a good movie. I know it got a lot of flack and that Nicolas Cage got a lot of flack for doing it, but I enjoy it. Sure, it has its cheesy moments - it's a Disney movie! But otherwise I found it endearing and actually well-written. I think I'm the last person of my generation that likes Nicolas Cage's acting and I was impressed by Jay Baruchel's ability to maintain his awkwardity throughout the whole movie, even after his epiphany that he was the Prime Merlinian. After typing that, I just realized that that's the point. It was a story, it was creative, it was imaginative. It was a fantasy to get lost in. I'm not saying I delved into it as heavily as I did Dragon Ball Z or Danny Phantom, but those were TV shows and this was a movie and for being a movie, it was as inviting and effective as a fantasy can be. At least I thought so. It had every crucial part of the cliche, good vs. evil, the unlikely hero who overcomes the odds, the love interest.
Ah, the love interest. I've been stuck on that thought all day. Ha. I say that like it's a phenomenon. It's always in the back of my mind every day. And I say that like it's a phenomenon, but I'm a teenager - that's nothing abnormal. I guess it just seemed to be popping up at the forefront of my thoughts repeatedly today rather than remaining hidden like I like it to be so I can pretend that I don't care so I can further pretend that I don't want/have to try. There's a song whose lyrics are really sweet and I think I'd like whatever relationship may come to be like the one described in it.
But to revert back to the original point of this post and of this day, at the very basic level, I'm thankful that I'm alive. I'm thankful that I'm here, and that I'm able to type out this post. I'm thankful for my family because I couldn't ask for a better one. Sure, my dad can be a bipolar pain, my younger brother can be an annoying imbecile with an unbelievably skewed list of principles, and my youngest brother's selective hearing makes me want to scream some morals into the boy (I suspect he's hearing impaired like my mother, in which case I will no longer get so angry at him when he doesn't hear.), but honestly these are minor complaints. They are a wonderful family, and I'm very, very grateful for all of them. I'm thankful for all my friends, especially the ones I went to see today because they honestly seem to love spending time with me as much as I love spending time with them. That's a less arrogant thought than it came out. I guess I just have a lot of friends that don't seem to enjoy my company, when I value theirs so greatly. It's not like they put me down or any of those other cliched things that would make a listener say "Well, why don't you just get new friends?" They're not bad friends by any means! I guess I just find myself wondering why they're friends with a lot more often than I think I should have to.
I'm thankful for this one friend in particular. We don't hang out much - actually never have at all. But she's always nice to me and I'm always nice to her. And it's nice to ponder the "what-if"s but my sense of realism keeps them limited. I'd like to compare us to Danny and Sam from Danny Phantom solely because I know how that story ends up, but honestly we're more like Dipper and Wendy from Gravity Falls. She's older and we're not as close. But for the few who are like me and have seen Gravity Falls, you know it's not a bad thing. The friendship's nice and I'm not constantly "woe-is-me"-ing the situation. And for the fact that I've known her for going on three years and, despite having never hung out, we're still friends, I'm extremely greatful.
So there's my little Thanksgiving rant. I doubt this will ever mean anything to anybody anywhere, but it was nice to get it off my chest. I'm a fan of pen and paper, but there's this inexplicable force that seems to lift the burden off your shoulders when you do it electronically. (I think it's because you don't have to hold on to the paper.) Hope everyone else's Thanksgiving was as good as mine. Love you all.

Song for thought:
"'What If We [Swam] Into Nothing?'" - The Wonder Years