A Thanksgiving That I Want to Stay With Me Forever

So it's been a day. I won't describe it as great, but I would not call this day a bad one. It was a day, eventful, and I guess it was fun...once I got over the initial feelings I had at the beginning of the day. Overall though, I'm grateful for the day I had today.
Okay, this morning was not great. I'll admit it right up front. This morning was actually one of the top five worst mornings...ever. I mean I woke up at eight, when my alarm went off. That was actually the brightest moment in the morning. And I hate waking up. I was planning on hopping right out of bed, eating a fantastic breakfast, and then heading over to the Lundstrom to get my laundry done. Well the plan faltered when I woke up from a dream where my roommate, Bryce, who had left last night, was murdered on his way home, and a serial killer stolen his room key. When I woke up, I KNEW that the serial killer was in my apartment with me, waiting to jump me the minute I got out of my bedroom. It took me an hour (no joke, I'm that paranoid) to finally convince myself to climb out of bed and take a shower. So after my shower, during which I couldn't help picturing some serial killer wandering around in my apartment, I throw on some gym shorts and the thinnest T-shirt I own so that while I'm doing my laundry I can go across the hall to workout in the fitness center. Yeah that was a bad idea, shoulda thought that through when it's 5 degrees outside, and there's snow everywhere.
Anyways on my way out of the apartment, I think to myself, "hey, you know what, I should just grab my toothbrush and toothpaste and brush my teeth in the Lundstrom, because I still haven't eaten breakfast...oh yeah and my belt so I can change there too..." I don't think I was fully coherent at this moment, because I dunno where the bathrooms are in the Lundstrom. And besides, I told you this already, but I am PARANOID. There's no way I could handle changing in a public bathroom when I still suspect there's some serial killer wandering around the SLC trying to kill me. Heck I hate public bathrooms when I'm not alone on campus with some deranged (and I guess I should mention, imaginary) psycho. They're just creepy. I can't help but picture myself being murdered in public bathrooms...especially the ones on campus. Call me crazy. I probably am a little bit. I'm still really glad that I wasn't coherent, because I swear that that was the first thing I was really grateful for this morning.
So I trudge across campus in my gym shorts, t-shirt, coat, and shoes. It's FREEZING. I don't think I've ever been that cold in my life. And I'm lugging this HUGE laundry basket, which is just awkwardly shaped, and I have my backpack with all the laundry soap weighing down my back...and I'm legitimately FREEZING. I know I said that, but seriously, it was COLD people. And I'm trudging through the snow, and it's up over my ankles, which means, snow in the shoes...not pleasant. It was just an uncomfortably cold experience.
Okay this narrative, it's long, I'm sorry. It was a long day. And if you don't care, just skip this post...seriously I just wanted to update, because my reader base...it's kind of expanded, and I don't want to let anyone down...although endlessly long posts might be a let down. I dunno. Sorry for the random tangent.
So I finally make my way to the Lundstrom and begin my laundry. It costs me $7 to do my laundry. $7! Yeah that's not cool. So I'm upset, because that's a lot of money for a poor college student. Plus I'm on campus, on Thanksgiving, and I'm the only living soul left in my building...not cool. So I load up the washers with all of my clothes and then go to check on the fitness room, but I hear the treadmill running, and I do not like working out with other people...it's just awkward. I don't even go in, I just go check my mailbox, and I'm REALLY creeped out, because the lights are ALL turned off...and yeah, there's a serial killer out there who wants to kill me. Not okay. So I check my mailbox, and there are letters for people who don't even live in our apartment...lame. I go back to my laundry, and fortunately had time to blog-stalk others while I waited for whoever was in the fitness center to leave.
I change out the laundry and then head over to the fitness center again. I can't hear anyone in there, so I pull out my keycard, and let myself in. I drop all of my pocket stuff over by the TV, turn on the TV and watch "Kung-Fu Panda," which just happened to be on TV. It was kind of relaxing, because I wasn't as panicked about the serial killer with background noise and an animated cartoon on TV, it's just harder to be paranoid, when the worst coming at you is a very unrealistic animated leopard who knows karate. Yeah you don't intimidate me, because I know you aren't real. So I finish up working out, go to pick up my stuff, and realize that my keycard is not with the rest of my stuff. Umm, here's where I'm confused. How does my keycard manage to wander off by itself? It doesn't have legs. It shouldn't be capable of just vanishing into thin air. So I search high and low, in the fitness center, and I cannot find it ANYWHERE. Yeah I seriously think it just kinda ran away. Or the serial killer was actually just a kleptomaniac who wasn't trying to kill me at all, but just steal keycards to 201 for some unknown reason...whatevs.
So I go pick up my laundry, accepting the fact that for the second time in a week my keycard has decided to run away from me...I don't know what I did to offend it, but I truly am sorry. I run over to my building, hoping I had left the door to our apartment open, but no such luck. I am locked out. Fortunately, I had my toothbrush, toothpaste, carkeys, belt, and a whole laundry basket full of my clean clothes on hand. Yeah that was nice, because I decided to just run over to my sister's house to change and brush my teeth. I was planning on heading over there anyways, so we could all caravan to Brigham together to have Thanksgiving with her husband's family.
I leave the warmth of my building once again, and trudge through more ankle-numbing snow to my sister's beloved car, which I am borrowing (it's name is Wallace, just so you know who I'm talking to/about). I wander off to Wallace, and open the back door and drop my backpack and laundry in. Then I climb in the front seat and think about starting the car. Wait, it's cold here. There's frost on the windshield. Climb out of the car, with the little scrapey thing, and go at it. THERE'S FROST ON THE INSIDE OF THE WINDSHIELD. Yeah, that's not the worst of it. There's more frost inside than outside, and so, I still can't see when I climb back into my car, and I'm already foreign enough around snow, that I struggled just scraping the outside of the windshield. I'm at a loss as to what to do with the inside. I just sit there with the heater running, but it's not actually running, it's just blowing more frigid air onto my bare legs and wet ankles, and numb fingers...thanks a bunch Wallace. I love you too. I give up waiting, which I find out later from my brother-in-law, was not the best idea in the world.
Fortunately I make it to my sister's in one piece, and I am now okay. The day actually brightens from here on out. Thank goodness, because if that had been the whole day, I would not have been okay by tonight.
Unfortunately, the rest of the day, there's so much that went on, that I don't want to describe it all, but I'll do it in Thanksgiving fashion.
I'm thankful for my sister who lives here in town. Honestly with out her, I woulda been a sitting duck for that serial killer/klepto.
I'm thankful for a car, even if he is temperamental, Wallace is pretty awesome.
I'm thankful for how prepared I was to go without my key. The fact that something told me to grab keys, toothpaste, toothbrush, do my laundry, grab a laptop, my wallet, and everything else I REALLY needed today. I'm grateful that it happened that way.
I'm thankful for a place I had to go without my parents in town. my brother-in-law's family was wicked awesome today. I honestly enjoyed their company as much as the company I used to have when I lived back home.
I'm thankful for my nephews. Especially the baby. He actually laughed quite a bit for me, and I honestly appreciated it so much. Something about baby laughter always cheers you up.
I'm thankful for the delicious food that was there at Thanksgiving. It was so good.
I'm thankful for the chance I had to really see into my older brother's heart. I know he's been going through a tough time since he was released from his mission, but I just never really was accepting of the fact that he didn't know where to go. But he really opened up to me and my sister today, and I feel like we're all a little closer. There's hope for this family yet!
I'm thankful for today. It was an experience worth remembering.
Hope you all had some eventful Thanksgivings as well.