This is what campus looks like right now.

Hello, dear readers. We’ve skipped town for Thanksgiving (and hope you did, too!). We’ll be posting sporadically until Monday. So eat your turkey, enjoy your awkward relatives and send us tips. Catch you on the flip side!

This morning we received an e-mail with a subject line that read: “LPS office closing early for Thanksgiving Break.” Sending an email five months in advance? Suspicious, we decided to actually read this one:

The College of Liberal and Professional Studies will close at 3:00 pm on Thursday, July 2 and will reopen at 8:30 am on Monday, July 6.  All offices of the University of Pennsylvania will be closed on Friday, July 3 in observance of the Independence Day holiday.

Yes, you can eat turkey on Independence Day, but no LPS, you can NOT rename it. A correction e-mail followed about an hour later, but it still made us giggle.

If you’re anything like me, your Thanksgiving means sleeping until noon, and then hanging around the house in pajamas. I ventured out to lunch, but it was cold out. And I don’t understand football.

So I tried to read some of my favorite blogs. Except THEY TOOK THE DAY OFF! Gawker and NYMag’s Daily Intel, among others, apparently didn’t get the memo that the internet doesn’t take national holidays. Gawker even put up a “programming notice.” Blasphemy!

Although I generally have mixed views towards the West Coast, I have to give it to Hollywood today. Perez Hilton is up and running!

I’m banking on tryptophan to cure my boredom by inducing sleep.

Thanksgiving break is almost here, and all we want to do right now is eat candy and watch Love Actually.  But while we’re feeling sentimental, we might as well tell you what (or, more accurately, who) we’re thankful for this year.

Kerry, Julia, and Sarah Beth: Because you make it happen.
Hillary: Because all the “Overheard at Penn” quotes ARE REAL.
Lauren: Because you spearheaded our doomed guerilla marketing scheme.
Raya: Because you’re a British person who wears scarves.
Eliza and Kristen: Because at the office your taste buds settle for DP pizza and FroGro birthday cakes.
Johann and Grace: Because the hipster music editor is our favorite meme of all.
Inna and Laura: Because Jebediah Street founded our great magazine.
Julie and Jessica S.: Because you’re the closest thing Street has to a vaudeville comedy act.
Jessica G.: Because we’re all in this together.
Ben: Because he’s got it like that.
Danyal: Because he wins Street’s “Spicy Curry Award.”
Jen and Pam: Because we secretly take pride in being Jackefman’ed.
Julie and Frances: Because this blog’s typos are not lucky enough to be fixed by you.
Sarah and David: Because without you, we’d have to rely solely on WikiCommons images.

We must now return to spazzing out about the end of the semester–posts may be sporadic over the next few days.

Since Thursday, I have spent approximately 32 hours in Van Pelt. My breaks were for meals, sleeping, and meetings. Literally. As I read through my text books, made flashcards, wrote two papers, and prepared for presentations that should take me through the Monday after Thanksgiving, I acquired two tics: the instinctive looking up expectantly as I catch any tall boy in my peripheral vision, and–the more embarrassing one–impulsively texting boys from home in anticipation of a weekend of gluttony.

It started innocently with the love of my life from middle school. We have, for years, been in limbo with one another; one single, the other seeing someone, then it switches. Not since my bat mitzvah have I slow-danced with someone and really meant it. This text was an investment, on all accounts, since he’s in his first year at Goldman, and I am due to move to New York come June. Of course, being an investment big shot himself means he’ll be home for 20 hours. That led me to the high school friend with benefits. Read the rest of this entry »

As I was lingering near the Button and talking to Street editors today, it occurred to me that that we officially have a week left until Thanksgiving–and with that, Thanksgiving break. Seriously, where did November go? Didn’t the days fly by as we got caught up in Obamamania, Rahmania, and Beyonce-mania? (Okay, admittedly, that last one was just me, and because I can’t stop, here’s one more Beyonce-related video that you will love yourself for watching.)

Thanksgiving has always been one of my favorite holidays, largely because it is the only day where eating a meal of entirely carbs is somehow acceptable (further evidence: stuffing, mashed potatos, and sweet potatoes). Also, I love waking up in the morning to watch the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, A Charlie Brown Thanksgiving is my favorite of the Peanuts specials, and bringing leftovers back to school means I won’t have to eat at Hill for the remainder of the semester.

But perhaps my favorite Thanksgiving tradition is the hand turkey. Perhaps you haven’t made one of these in years, so allow me to recap: put your hand on a piece of paper. Trace it. Add a wattle and beak. Go crazy with crayons. And let me tell you, the addition of booze means that this timeless tradition is actually more fun in college than it was in kindergarten.