Things I Love:
- Peeling and eating grapefruits.
- Grocery shopping.
- Watching episode after episode of ER.
- Raw snow peas for dinner.
- Having a really pretty dress and heels to wear for my recital.
- Nostalgic little Kellogg's cereal boxes that come in 8-packs. They remind me of early mornings on the farm with my grandmother.
- When you say something totally awkward to someone and they take it and make it sweet and funny instead of acting like you're nuts.
- Having an eerily clean apartment... Again.
- Brightly coloured marker/pen hybrids.
- The fact that I have every weekend booked up for the next month.
- Attractive men with puppy-like demeanours.
- My new jeans which make my ass look tremendous and my new bra which makes my breasts look like rocket ships.
- Having an entertainingly overactive sex drive.
- Hot asses.
- Creating equations in word form. (ie: Swedish Chef - Swedish + Norweigian + Sinister motives - Chef = Neighbour.)
Things I Don't Love:
- I have a fever and it hurts my entire body when I cough.
- At 11pm, my upstairs neighbours decided to crank out suck ass versions of Nirvana and Red Hot Chilli Peppers songs featuring excessive drums and bass. Not to mention a HORRIBLE Kurt Cobain impression. (It's really more just incoherant yelling.) If this isn't over by midnight, I will kill whoever is responsible.
- Having a conservative prime minister.
- The fact that I need cuddles and a movie marathon and a massage and yet I don't want to get anyone sick or ask to be pampered.
- Menstruation + ovarian cysts = no fun.
- Having no voice means not being able to practice which means falling behind.
- Acne.
- Not having enough time to get involved in all of the volunteer stuff I'm interested in.
- When the creepy weirdo from next door is awkwardly talking to my roommate right outside my bedroom door.
- The fact that my unsurpressable cough gives me away and then he's all "Claire? Hi! I want to talk to you about Norweigian foreign policy and the economy without respecting your personal space or taking the hint that you're sick!"
- Missing times and places and experiences that can't be recreated.
- The fact that when I'm nervous, I can't carry on a proper conversation because I screen everything I'm going to say in my head. I end up saying nothing or sounding very uninterested and sarcastic. This isn't what I mean to do. Chances are, I am interested, and I'm also vomitting on my shoes in my head.
I look fucking good right now. Despite the fact that I'm sick, I've got minimal makeup and my hair is up in a cute little messy ponytail. I'm rocking my comfy Roots sweatpants, a pair of bright turquoise flipflops, a black tank and my new favourite possession: my green hoodie. Damn, I look so adorable in this thing. I wish I had some snuggling right about now, but instead I'm going to put on my equally cute pink pyjamas (with cowboys on them!), pop in a disc of the first season of ER and have sexual fantasies about Dr. Greene. Mmmmm... Neurotic balding man.
- Peeling and eating grapefruits.
- Grocery shopping.
- Watching episode after episode of ER.
- Raw snow peas for dinner.
- Having a really pretty dress and heels to wear for my recital.
- Nostalgic little Kellogg's cereal boxes that come in 8-packs. They remind me of early mornings on the farm with my grandmother.
- When you say something totally awkward to someone and they take it and make it sweet and funny instead of acting like you're nuts.
- Having an eerily clean apartment... Again.
- Brightly coloured marker/pen hybrids.
- The fact that I have every weekend booked up for the next month.
- Attractive men with puppy-like demeanours.
- My new jeans which make my ass look tremendous and my new bra which makes my breasts look like rocket ships.
- Having an entertainingly overactive sex drive.
- Hot asses.
- Creating equations in word form. (ie: Swedish Chef - Swedish + Norweigian + Sinister motives - Chef = Neighbour.)
Things I Don't Love:
- I have a fever and it hurts my entire body when I cough.
- At 11pm, my upstairs neighbours decided to crank out suck ass versions of Nirvana and Red Hot Chilli Peppers songs featuring excessive drums and bass. Not to mention a HORRIBLE Kurt Cobain impression. (It's really more just incoherant yelling.) If this isn't over by midnight, I will kill whoever is responsible.
- Having a conservative prime minister.
- The fact that I need cuddles and a movie marathon and a massage and yet I don't want to get anyone sick or ask to be pampered.
- Menstruation + ovarian cysts = no fun.
- Having no voice means not being able to practice which means falling behind.
- Acne.
- Not having enough time to get involved in all of the volunteer stuff I'm interested in.
- When the creepy weirdo from next door is awkwardly talking to my roommate right outside my bedroom door.
- The fact that my unsurpressable cough gives me away and then he's all "Claire? Hi! I want to talk to you about Norweigian foreign policy and the economy without respecting your personal space or taking the hint that you're sick!"
- Missing times and places and experiences that can't be recreated.
- The fact that when I'm nervous, I can't carry on a proper conversation because I screen everything I'm going to say in my head. I end up saying nothing or sounding very uninterested and sarcastic. This isn't what I mean to do. Chances are, I am interested, and I'm also vomitting on my shoes in my head.
I look fucking good right now. Despite the fact that I'm sick, I've got minimal makeup and my hair is up in a cute little messy ponytail. I'm rocking my comfy Roots sweatpants, a pair of bright turquoise flipflops, a black tank and my new favourite possession: my green hoodie. Damn, I look so adorable in this thing. I wish I had some snuggling right about now, but instead I'm going to put on my equally cute pink pyjamas (with cowboys on them!), pop in a disc of the first season of ER and have sexual fantasies about Dr. Greene. Mmmmm... Neurotic balding man.
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Things I love:
- Hot asses.
You're not in the group that loves asses.
Things I don't love:
- The fact that my unsurpressable cough gives me away and then he's all "Claire? Hi! I want to talk to you about Norweigian foreign policy and the economy without respecting your personal space or taking the hint that you're sick!"
Haha! (it's not funny that it happened to you, only the way you put it)
Yea, Harper scares me too. Thankfully he does not have a majority or else we would really be effed. As it stands we are in for a bumpy one. Harper's the one who thinks evolution is a crock, right?
Great lists. Think I will copy you this weekend. They were a real pick me up. Now to the books.