i'm not thankful anymore

i'm really not into blogging right now. i'm not really into anything unless it includes eating and watching movies. on thanksgiving i had two dinners to go to. one at my house and one at daniel's mom's house. since i was so stuffed my stomach has streched out so much that i am only satiated if i am constantly shoveling food into my mouth. because i of this constant eating i am in a constant state of digestion. which means i have to sit on the couch a lot. or in a movie theater. or i need to sleep a lot. i think this might be the end of me.

i had an interesting conversation about writing and lit. classes with a friend of mine that is over thirty and teaches freshman and sophomore english on the navajo reservation in arizona. he said that teaching is a lot harder than he thought it was going to be. i said that i hate searching for the meaning in things because when i write i don't try for meaning. if its there thats great, but searching for it is meaningless. he had a different view because he had been out of school for so long, he actually missed lit. classes. he might move to portland to get his mfa at psu. i will probably move to portland to get my mfa, but i'm not sure where. it would be funny if we were in the same mfa program. he got his undergrad from university of idaho. he told a story about david foster wallace coming to teach. he said that david foster wallace slept with one of the students and that the girl told everyone that david foster wallace's penis is only 3inches long, hard, and that is why infinite jest is such a big book. to make up for it.