The Day of the Turkey.

I feel obligated to post something along the lines of what I'm thankful for, because, after all, it is Thanksgiving, and it is kind of a big deal. So here it goes...


1. I'm thankful that I was not involved in the first Thanksgiving. I'm especially thankful that I was not one of the pilgrims who gave smallpox-infected blankets to the Native Americans and equally thankful that I was not one of the Native Americans who received a smallpox-infected blanket.



2. I'm thankful for Minerva Olympia Swofford-Morgan, even though at the moment she is biting and clawing my arm. I know she's just doing it because she loves me, and that's why I love her...because she loves me unconditionally...well that might not be true. If I stopped feeding her and shoveling her poop, she'd probably stop loving me. But she let's me put her in sweaters, which she hates. She willingly let's me dress her in sweaters, because she knows it makes me happy, and she likes it when I'm happy. That's love, right?

3. I'm thankful for my family...even though we're all mental and drive each other further into our insanity.

4. I'm thankful for all of my friends...they help me hold on to what little sanity I have left...and give me money so I'm not stranded on campus when I forget my wallet, but still park my car in Ram's parking deck.

I Am Harry Potter from Daniel Radcliffe

5. I'm thankful for Harry Potter. Out of the entire history of the world, I was lucky enough to be born in the generation that was defined by Harry Potter. I mean seriously...what are the chances of that happening? I get so much joy out of Harry Potter and Harry Potter-related activities. Seven books that I can reread and always find out something new about the Wizarding World. Quidditch. Midnight premieres. Literally running to buy a book. Pumpkin juice. Fred and George Weasley. Butterbeer. A theme park! The list is endless...

6. All the open doors shown to me by God the past year. I've changed so much as a person. (Hopefully for the better...?) I've met some truly amazing people this year. I've become reliant on God firstly, and me secondly, and it's a good, good, GOOD feeling.


7. The creation of Diet Dr. Pepper. It runs through my veins.

8. Food, in general. -K

High Five

1. Hanson for my birthday=happiness. I took The Walk with Hanson before the show. It's a one mile charity walk where Hanson pledges a dollar to fight poverty in Africa for every person who walks. You have the choice of your dollar going to health care, education, clean water, or shoes (TOMs). I pledged my dollar to TOMs. We got to the concert venue (Amos' in Charlotte) around 6:30, and The Walk started at 6:45, so basically we (John-Mark, Madison, and I) were some of the last people to sign up. We waited by the sign-up table, and BOOM...five minutes later Hanson pops up less than five feet in front of us (being John-Mark and I, since Madison has a small bladder and had to go to the bathroom...unfortunate). Cheyeaaaaa!During The Walk, I asked Isaac Hanson if he would take a picture with me. He kindly denied my request,which is completely understandable...if he would have taken a picture with me then all of the PSYCHO CRAZY (I can't emphasize this enough!!) fan girls would have literally attacked him. Instead he suggested that we just keep walking together. Madison took a picture of us walking from behind and as soon as she posts it on Facebook, it will be here. The concert itself was INCREDIBLE. We were closer to the stage than we were in Asheville (SCORE), and only one HYSTERICAL Hanson fan had a seizure danced by us. My only complaint is that they didn't play "Penny and Me," but I won't hold a grudge because I've already heard them play it live. My favorite song of the night was this:



Seriously, no one can top Hanson's harmony.

This song is raw emotion. Everyone at the concert sang the "I'll carry you there. I will carry you there." refrain, and IT WAS SO POWERFUL. Words honestly can't do justice to what happened in that moment. It was a one of a kind experience that still gives me chill bumps. I've started working on a combo to this song. It moves and inspires me so much that I have a feeling it's going to be my next dance piece.

2. Albus is a girl.

Yes, we looked at her parts when we got her. Cat's are just hard to tell, you know? We even called the animal shelter to make sure that Albus was a boy, and they confirmed it. Then Madison take Albus to the vet, and SURPRISE! Albus is a girl.

It was tramatic at first, but Madison and I are slowly adjusting. Madison has decided to keep the name Albus, because changing it now would be too confusing.

SIDE NOTE: We're trying to avoid paying pet rent, so when maintenance came today, we hid them in our outside storage room. For some reason, Madison locked the storage room. Then the maintenance guy came and everything went smoothly...no suspicion of illegal kitties. Madison went to unlock the storage room door to free the kittens and NERDS! The door was stuck. She had to call maintenance to open the lock (which the guy did with a screwdriver)...hello kitties. Madison cleverly covered by saying that it was our friend's kittens, and we were pet sitting. We didn't want them in the apartment, so we had put them outside in the storage room. This would have been an excellent recovery except for the fact that Madison had previously told the maintenance guy when he first returned to our apartment that she had locked the storage room a month ago and just now needed something from it. Humphhhhhhh.

3. I joined the Chapel Hill Quidditch team. It's literally the funnest sport EVAAAAA. I play beater alongside my lovely friend Cassy. Madison plays chaser and is a damn good one at that.

4. Dawson's Creek. Why haven't I watched this show before? I'M OBSESSED. I'm on the sixth episode of the first season...and I started watching it two days ago. YAY ANOTHER EXCUSE NOT TO DO MY SCHOOL WORK!! Joey is by far my favorite character...could it be because I can relate to her?...moving along. She is intelligent, witty, blunt, and adventurous. WHY IS DAWSON NOT JUMPING ALL OVER THIS?!? Oh...I forgot...he's a boy, and, like a boy, he's stupid and can't realize that the girl of he's dreams is right in front of him. And she's a childhood friend which permanently lands her in the friend zone. Instead he insists on chasing after stinkin' Jen from New York who is kind of a slut...but a redeemed slut. I still don't like her though. It might be because she's blonde therefore I cannot relate to her.

5. I'm not attracting any boys. Madison attracts boys who only talk about food or are twice our age. Whatevs.

Good gracious, this is long. -K

Hear Ye Hear Ye, Read All About It

Kanye West has once again proven himself to be the biggest idiot on the face of the planet. I feel for the guy. I think deep down inside he feels real human emotions. He just has an ardous time expressing those feelings because his massive, super-sized ego gets in the way. Just a heads up for next time, Kanye, when you're making a sincere apology, don't stop in the middle of it to tell the camera crew to shut up. -K

"The Shuffle"

At a rehearsal for The Ellen Show, Ellen does "The Shuffle," a dance perfected and mastered by my very own grandfather, Jim Morgan.

And He Tried to Kill Me With a Hammer...

White Trash

While at home over fall break, Lori decided to take advantage of my creative abilities while they were in town. She had a volleyball Halloween costume party to attend and no costume. She asked me for ideas. I said trashcan which she initially didn't like. After reconsideration, she chose to go with the idea. I purchased a trashcan then spent an hour cutting the bottom out. (It's harder than it looks!!)I attached some suspenders, threw in some household garbage, and TA-DA...HALLOWEEN HAWTNESS! Oh...and the headband has flies
circling her head, because she smells like poo.

Ahhhhh...Now I Understand...

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As the Midterm Season Comes to an End...

Over the weekend, Saturday night to be exact, I saw the legend Bob Dylan in concert. His ability to play music is still incredible, though now he favors the keyboard over the guitar. His voice, on the other hand, was a different story. To describe it as scratchy is doing it a favor, but then again no telling how many things he's smoked in his sixty-nine years on this earth...so I guess if you look at it from that perspective his voice was better than expected. He's more rock based, shying away from the acoustic/folksy sound he's known for.

Now that I've discussed Bob Dylan himself, let's focus on the audience. The college-aged concert-goers were MUCH better behaved than the 45+ crowd. I was sincerely embarrassed for some of the people there. Yes, I know that you are children of the counterculture and you've probably taken one too many trips on hallucinogenic drugs, but that is NO EXCUSE for the behavior exhibited.

To the man sitting directly in front of me,
Obviously, you've had too much to drink...understandable. Not understandable is your frantic rocking back-and-forth, to-and-fro to the music. You look like you're on the verge of a nervous breakdown.

-To the man sitting to the left of the man sitting directly in front of me,
I've been to quite a few concerts, but never witnessed an individual perform the "rock on" sign. Thank you for being my first.
PS. I think the "rock on" sign died with Kurt Cobain, so you might want to stop doing that.

-To the solitary woman standing up in the upper section crowd,
Stop reliving your drug-induced days as a hippie. Your dancing, lead completely by the swaying motion of your head, is making me dizzy. Sit yo-self down!

-To the man dancing in the aisle of the section farthest away from the stage,
I'm sorry the security guy told you to stop blocking the aisle. You demonstrated great perseverance by continuing to dance in the rows of seats. I appreciated it and I'm sure Bob did as well.

-To the man twirling, running back-and-forth, and occasionally stopping to hug yourself in an empty box seat,
No denying the fact that you are on some sort of drug.

MOVING ALONG NOW...

A single midterm stands between me and fall break. This fact is the only thing that keeps me going.

I've received my grades on the two midterms I took last week. An 86.29 on my POLI 181 exam, which as my professor informed me was exactly the class median. YAY FOR MEDIOCRACY!! I also discovered that my professor previously taught at Harvard, which instantly makes the class harder and me smarter. BOOM. I received a 89 on my DRAM 283 midterm, which is truly a miracle seeing as how I didn't study at all...I was too busy studying for my POLI midterm.

NOW SOME FOOD FOR THOUGHT...



My personal favorite hairstyle has to be the cornrows by far!!

Also, Homer Simpson and the rest of the Simpson clan have been named Catholic.

My First Encounter with a Real Boob Job.

I was waiting for a stall in the UL bathroom (my habitual place for peeing). Waiting in line for the bathroom can already be awkward...not terribly awkward...but nonetheless awkward. Silently waiting, I could not help but notice the girl standing in front of the bathroom's mirror. She winced in pain as she grasped her boobs with both hands. Slowly, she moved her boobs up-and-down and from side-to-side. Right about now, I'm sounding like a complete perv, but if you were waiting for the bathroom, you know that you would be doing the exact same thing. WE WERE IN A PUBLIC RESTROOM FOR GOD'S SAKE!! Apparently, I wasn't very successful at hiding my confusion/shock.

The girl looks at me and says, nonchalantly,"My doctor told me that I have to move them."

I nod, as if I understand, but obviously there's even more confusion on my face, hence prompting a further explanation.

"I had surgery."

"Ohhhhhhhhhh..." I say in a feeble attempt not to let my horror reflect in my voice.

The girl, still with a firm hold on her boobs, looks down at them contemplatively. She then turns to me.

"It hurts worst than anything I've ever had done in my life. I'm doubting whether they (referring to her boobs) were even worth it."


Luckily, a stall became available. I skillfully dodged any other embarrassing dialogue with this girl.