WeeklyEntry #10 11/12/12
Asthe five day vacation for Thanksgiving came and went, I could haveprobably productive than I was, but no harm done. For the most part,I just read for the entire break. After planning to check-out 12books, the novels were cut in half(not literally) because my motherthought reading about three thousand pages were too much for fivedays. By the time I got home, I found out that one book was tooboring, another was in the middle of a series I haven't began, and athird book contained some random vocabulary that the author made upin his mind and haven't explained to the reader. I ended up with onlythree books to read for the rest of vacation.
Asanother quite memorable part of the holiday was definitely the mealsof course, especially the turkey. I was able to consume threeThanksgiving meals, one on Thursday, one on Friday, and one onSunday. Though I wouldn't say any of them were the tastiest of allmeals, but they were the most memorable. The glistening fragrance ofoil sliding off the amber turkey and into my nose,, the numbing ofthe spicy Sichuan noodles in my mouth, and the crackling sound oforange soda painfully worming it's way down my throat. 'Twas afulfilling Thanksgiving dinner.
