Post thanksgiving celeblogtion

Well thanksgiving is now over and it's time to get back to real life. Finals time. Boy oh boy did this semester ever go fast. I'm feeling a little nostalgic and I might get teary eyed as I write this on the plane, so don't be surprised to see a few water stains throughout this blog. I did learn a few things over this mini break though. I will now list them off to you in the order in which I remember them

1) family gatherings are way funnier when you're just a little bit drunk the whole day.
2) I definitely need to live in the city after I get out of school because skating in the city is just so much better.
3) I think I need to move in with some people who don't go to school with me because I hate talking about nothing but school.

That is all that I learned. I do have some exciting news too. In February I will be traveling to the great nation of Guatemala to chiropract some poor people with mom and dad. I'm pretty sure that's the correct verb. Chiropract. I'm sticking with it. They call me the word inventor for a reason.

While skating in Boston this weekend I stopped by Occupy Boston just so I could say that I did. I gotta say, their definition of 'occupy' is much different than mine own. I would call what thy are doing 'sleeping in makeshift tents in a contained half block.' If I was trying to occupy a place, I think I would try to spread out more. A for effort, F for execution. Interesting crowd in there too. Very Newton-y. Plenty of middle ages to old Jews and slightly overweight mixed race people. Not as hipster as I thought it would be. But that is all I have to say about that.

I was talking to someone last week about home alone, and I'm pretty sure it's a regular blog reader. I don't remember who exactly, but probably Wes. This person said that in the part where Kevin is beating down the wet bandits with all his booby traps, Marv takes a disproportionately large amount of the trauma. So, by happen chance (is that even a real phrase?) I watched home alone (on VHS mind you) this weekend and I took it upon myself to keep track of what happens to who in the McCallister household. I will now present to you my unbiased, double blind clinical trial entitled "Who Got Beat Down Worse?" Hopefully this will also become a staple in my blog because that's one he'll of a segment title. Here goes :

Pesci

Bb gun to nuts
Slip on stairs x3
Hot doorknob
Fire on head
Feathered/glue
Slip on cars
Paint can to face
Wire trip
Crowbar to stomach
Rope swing into house
Shovel to face

Marv

Bb gun to head
Slip down stairs x2
Crowbar to head
Iron to head
Step on nail
Step on glass ornaments
Slip on cars
Paint can to face
Spider on the face
Rope swing to house
Shovel face

I have yet to draw conclusions to this study yet, so this is just the raw data. Hopefully Slobodan can help me with the analysis. My first instinct is that Marv does get it worse, because pesci's only exceptions are fire in the head, burnt hand, and bb gun to nuts. Bb gun to nuts isnt so bad to me because he's got pants on. Naked bb gun to the junk and maybe were talking here. Plus the head fire was a big fat NBD because it had an accelerant to burn through before it got to his head and so he probably just felt a little warm. But Marv got a puncture wound on one foot and glass into both. You don't want plantar foot wounds. He also caught some serious blows to the head. But don't let me judge alone. You decide. In haiku form. Doityouwont.