I knew you'd convert!

Popsicles!

profs that gush over my BS papers. There have to be some people who can't pull this off.... welcome to the club, BTW, libby.

Baseball.

That feeling of synchronicity as you're weaving through a surge of traffic, pedalling downhill at a desperate speed to make that light and KNOWING you will be just in time.
My sister's (now out-of-context) comment that "the French are like Americans."
The lovely post office employee I chatted with on my lunch break.
Finding things.
Sending things.
Books to read!
Carrots.

thinking about people who love you.

Turning various shades of red along with my classmates as we dissect John Donne's "The Good-Morrow." John Donne is a little pimp.

getting my costume together. i'm excited for this one. i'm sure i'll post a picture in the masquerade thread sometime post party.

word. I love John Donne's dirty poetry. I love that it takes so much effort to arrive at. "Oh... oh my!"

Running into someone I really wanted to run into today, even though the chance of doing so was next to none.
Squirells.

Laughing at people's reactions John Donne's poetry. (He was one of my favorites when I was in college, even though his work wasn't required reading.)
How my Intro to the Origins of Christianity prof can go on a ten-minute tangent about fine wines and their equivalents in the ancient world.
Sitting three feet from Rick Mercer at lunch.
Stickers!
Mailing things to people.
Buying things for people.
Talking to people.
Sending emails.
Singing at work.
Feeling strong.
Being wonderfully graceful in baladi.
Being told I look good and healthy.
Being told I look happy. (Yes! I am!)
Being sunshine incarnate.
Being told by my professor that he doesn't "give marks like that one lightly," and that it would be a crying shame for me to not pursue postgraduate studies. (Um, I'll work on choosing a major, taking more than one university course, and completing a bachelor's degree first.)
Sign language!
Dancing!
Chocolate!
Running to the grocery store and back on my 15-minute break, and making it!
Indie newspapers.
Loveliness in all its forms.

My new (reversible) down comforter and 300-something thread count sheets!! It's like having a whole new bed!

: )

Getting an email from a freind wwhom I miss dearly.

A little Shakespeare action figure (with removable quill and book!) just given to me by a professor.

My professors in general. My thesis sponsor was wonderfully encouraging about getting me back on track today; the chair of my department is wonderful always; now this professor gave me a toy. It's like they really are my family!

weekends.

(though, i think i say that every friday)

Getting a raise at my new job (now on par with my old one -- yay!) and being invited to work with the crew long-term.
Nice coworkers.
Getting to plaster things!
Peeling silicone-latex-whatever caulking from my fingers.
Looking hot, baby.
Sending mail.
Running!
Biking!
Skipping!
Dancing!
Spinning!
Colorful couscous-and-chickpea salads.
Mini sweet peppers.
Paychecks.
Thinking I can quit my part-time job very soon, now.
Coming home after a loooooong day at work. (9-6 at my renovation job, 6:45-11 at the call center [I HATE Portland!], plus biking back up the freaking mountain on which the city is built.) Ahhhhhhh....

That part sounds fun to me! What is your city?

Again, I say thank you.
Seriously libs, you would probably love my fair city, direct your anger at the company you hate, not my entire city.

Okay. I just hate the company... and the anal-retentive misogynist bastards who call us to order from Hooters. Seriously. I had to get my supervisor on the phone to talk to that fool.

Drebro, I live in Montreal, somewhere on the side of Mont-Royal. Going places is fun (downhill!), but coming home is murder.


happy:
clipped toenails
waking up refreshed after 4 hours of sleep
nakedness
favorite T-shirts
64-packs of Crayola crayons
rediscovering my dictionaries
not feeling hungry, for once (balance for recent binge days?)
books, books, books!

having a bunch of money and walking into a bookstore.

knowing that there are 3 packages in the mail for you.

A day at the beach...sunshine, playing in the waves, and a lot of relaxation!

Ordering over the phone from Hooters and getting someone in Montreal.
Sorry libs, I am such a wise ace.

surpriseing my roommate.
seeing some old friends, catching up (even though I disclosed a crush I wasn't going to share about...)
making ringlet curls
getting an extra hour

Just for you, Libs:

"Full nakedness! All joys are due to thee."
- John Donne, "Elegy 19: To His Mistress Going to Bed"

socks without holes
oversized raincoats
biking through a downpour, rain dripping from every body part
candy
pumpkins
dinner
emails from friends
phone calls from friends (especially long ones!)
productivity, baby
finding the stationary I'd run out of at the office supply store
happy music
cheese of various kinds
singing
dancing
skipping
that really nice bus driver who was so lovely and patient with me as I dumped the contents of my backpack out on the floor to hunt for my wallet
people who help me pick up
that lovely lady from the grocery store who said my tiara suited me
having various objects poking up from my hair
giving people candy
finding perfect cards for lots of things and people
finishing that letter to the premier
feeling in tune with the world
feeling happy and at peace

My 9 year old cousing just IMed me and said she 'luvs and misses' me. Awwwwww... Considering that I've been away at college pretty much since she was 4, that's pretty dang cool.... ::gleams::

And she asked me what 'grade' I was in....
I replied: 18

Awwwwww!

That'd make you almost ready to come home wouldn't it?

People in full costume all over downtown!
I was in a gelato shop, and a big huge hairy ape banged on the door. And I was on the bus, and a couple of girls got on the bus, one in costume, one not. Well, turns out that they were both in costume, because one of them was not a girl.
I LOVE HALLOWEEN!!!

Getting totally distracted by all this other stuff going on, realizing I was going to be an hour and a half late for church... and then realizing I will only be half an hour late. Sometimes I actually like time changes.

taking long walks (3+ miles) with my sweet love on a crisp fall day... and talking about theory.

the little gray kitty on my lap trying deserately to keep me from typing.

Speaking of cats, my cat is pawing at both bedroom doors. He wants a bed to sleep on I guess.

re-arranging my office.

cleaning.

Finding long lost sparkly stuff!!
whoo hoo!
~m

reading margarita's posts to the orchard.

they always make me smile.

thanks.

getting totally soaked.

I love talking with my friends. Happy-happy, boring-normal, depressed-as-fvck.... I love them all.

democracy at work.

np: the revolution starts now

The fact that after today, all the canvasers are going away!!! Good rithens!!!

Finding my lifelong hero--Ted Theodore Logan--on myspace.com!

Food.
Discovering new ways to cook things.
Finishing packaging stockings.
Relatively inexpensive discounted halloween candy.
My shirt.
Figuring out what was wrong with the light fixtures in my living room.
People who let me talk when I need to.
Getting drug insurance. (Paying shall be a peeve, but the having... ah, Celebrex!)
My sister will be home tonight.
That the sadness isn't yet overwhelming.
That I'm not really that screwed up. Not really. Not really.

my new peterbilt sign.

one of my dear friends got it for me because she knows how much i love the logo. i don't know what it is about it, but it just makes me smile.



i think they mean "sales and service," but i'd like to think that they mean "sales through service" as in alphabetically. like, they might also handle any of my sanitation or sapphire acquiring needs.

you're a pretty darn cool chick.

thanks and ditto!

getting some much needed sleep after staying up way too late hoping to catch all of the election coverage possible......

Having bread again.

Losing the feeling of a hole in my chest and feeling ready to take action again.

going to work tonight knowing that i'll be working with a good friend.

My teacher thinking more highly of me than he really ought to and announcing to the entire class that I was right and he was wrong. (It made me feel kind of funny, really, since I corrected him with my only tidbit of knowledge concerning the apocryphal hierarchy of heavenly beings, obtained from seeing Alan Rickman pull his pants down. Metatron did not belong on his list of Enochic demons.)

Melatonin is apparently legal in Canada as of August.

There's a really nice woman from my class who is getting me the contact information for one of her daughter's doctors, a psychiatrist who specializes in sleep disorders. This guy is somehow covered under Medicare, and therefore worth consulting. (Free! Free!)