The Big Sleep

It's THAAAAANKSGIVING, meaning that it's time for my entire extended family (all one of them) to get together and have dinner at some odd restaurant in San Francisco. Me, my parents, and my grandpa went to Il Fornaio, an Italian restaurant chain. I had a strange cake-thing filled with rum, coffee, and chocolate, and then I stayed up until three in the morning watching Ferris Bueller's Day Off along with some old episodes of The Big Bang Theory.

You see, every night my parents turn off the WiFi, so I have to come up with new and inventive ways of getting it back on without disrupting their sleep. I've had many a successful mission, but it's a difficult task: Their room is directly across from mine and my mom is a REALLY light sleeper. In the past, I've ended up waiting 20 minutes on our flight of stairs waiting to be sure that they're asleep.

Of course, I only feel comfortable doing this on a weekend, which is why I'm in such a good mood right now. Rule #75 of my 100 Great Truths About School: On Thanksgiving, give thanks for a five-day weekend. And yes, this list does exist. I'll upload it sometime, as long as it doesn't compromise the security of my age group's secrets.


Thanksgiving really is kind of a stupid holiday if you think about it, though. It just represents the ONE day when Native Americans and Europeans DIDN'T kill each other. But I guess that's such a momentous occasion that it had to go down in the history books.

I have a confession to make: I'm writing this in bed, on my laptop, at 11:00, after turning on the WiFi 'illegally'. Wow-- how much more of a stereotypical blogger could I become? But it really is a never-ending quest. I keep coming up with new and inventive ways of turning on that damn switch, and they keep trying to come up with new and inventive ways of stopping me. Hint: Only one of us is ever successful.

A lot of time and effort could be saved if they just left it on all night, but I guess it isn't easy for them to admit defeat. So I'll just have to keep putting on socks, opening the door without it squeaking, crawling commando-style down the stairs, narrowly avoiding the different creaky floorboards that I've learned to watch out for, and at long last turning on my precious, precious internet.

Anyway, that's all I got for now. Stay tuned for the 2012 G-FORCE COVERAGE OF THE SAN FRANCISCO CAR SHOW (Sponsored by Eggo). It twill be awesome!

Bye!