177. Midterms...

are not happy things. I've decided to write about happy things.


Happiness is...

-kool-aid.
-halloween presents from g-ma.
-weekly "just because" cards from jenny.
-crackberry when its blinking red.
-hacky sack.
-agua.
-ugg slippers...not boots lets not get confused.
-"bella"...remind me to blog about this.
-fitness 19 and their 9 dollar special.
-indian summer with no wind.
-mr. pickles.
-muffins from costco.
-bank of the west statements that are tiiiiny.
-money in the bank...still.
-fridays.
-lil Q.
-school minus midterms.
-dancing.
-singing.
-showers.
-sleeping in.
-bay views.
-gabe bondoc.
-hidden poems.
-chelsie hightower (no i haven't forgotten about her).
-potstickers.
-pops getting that facebook.
-green walls.
-being the opposite of tall.
-buying nothing at the mall.
-when they decide to call.
-not needing to brawl.
-kaitlynn being kaitlynn.
-seeing old friends.
-the moon when you can see the craters.
-laughing.
-feeling accomplished.
-having a big bed.
-my lime green bracelets that don't match.
-gas prices dropping down.
-kanye west and his new works.
-genuine growth.
-genuine people.
-genuine art.
-real apologies with real emotion in them. - hmm.
-coloring.
-voting ahh.
-open note midterms.
-black tea lemonade vente only because its like 20 more cents and you get a lot more whaaat.
-ellen.
-peasant because hes funny when hes angry at someone other than myself.
-driving in my car.
-swimming.
-memories...nostalgia.
-empowering myself.
-jello.
-hot cheetos.
-frosted flakes.
-finding the toy inside frosted flakes.
-having that toy be incredibly saweet.
-nice pens that write well and dont smear because i write backwards.
-getting the mail.
-real talks with stass.
-real talks with kait.
-real talks with dani.
-real..talks.
-feeding the soul with sunlight.
-my soul is always hungry.
-thats the appetite i can handle, it has the best metabolism.
-finding yourself skipping down the street when you were walking before and smirking a little because your subconscious knew you wanted to skip a little...it feels good to act five sometimes. now that is healthy.


oh...i'm the only one that that's happened to? okay. =]







uhmmm...this song is the story of my life.



tell me you aren't nodding to this.





Why does she be so mad at me for, homie I don't know she hot and cold,
I won't stop and mess my groove up cause I already know how this thing goes,
You run and tell you're friends that you're leavin' me,
They say that they don't see what you see in me,
You wait a couple months then you gone' see,
You'll never find nobody better than me