The Beautiful Black Pearl

I am happy that I get to dress like a pirate one day a year!

Arrgh.

Hopeful

I am happy that we will have a new president next week. Hall-e-freakin-ujah.

9-5, for Service and Devotion

In a time of tumultuous economic state, I am happy that I have a steady job.

Sometimes I'm so busy, complaining, and pretty much hating my life, I take a sec to think about the thousands of people who are losing their jobs, have lost their jobs, or worse, fear losing their job daily.

I've added a video for viewing pleasure. It's a bit insane...totally worth 2 mins and 28 secs.

Love, love.

I'm Textually Active

Text flirting makes me happy. :-)

Fun in a Bottle

My nail polish makes me happy. It's called "Vixen."

I'm so stressed I can barely breathe...



This is my "focused" face.

Resounding Introspection

I'm often very surprised at the number of people who, as it seems, don't think.

Can one actually turn the brain off? I refuse to believe that people are inherently dumb. I think, that from the moment of conception, the parents have an awfully big job of preparing a child's brain for learning.

Even so, I think every person gets to a point where they can choose whether or not to delve into their heart, soul, and mind. I don't know if some people are just lazy or if they are physiologically unable to think at certain levels.

Whatever the case may be, it makes me happy that I have an active brain.

STATE

I am happy to be a Poke!

Love Actually is all around us

Richard Curtis makes me happy. He happened to help create my fave movie of all time...Love Actually.

So, Richard Curtis,

Bridget Jones is another top contender for movies that make my heart happy.



How can that not make you smile?!

Scaaaaf (British for Scarf)

Warms scarves make me oh so happy.

Especially my pink and white pashmina!

Rain, Rain, please stay!

Rainy weather makes me so, so happy!

As does watching movies in bed...like I did last night. Mmmm hmmm!

Come here, boy

It's dark in here
Visions are flashing into my head
As I reminisce
My reoccurring dreams and you said

Im falling, falling for you babe,
And my feelings are gettin stronger,
So why dont you stay with me for a
For a little longer

Come here boy,
Oh come here boy,
Come here boy
Oh come here boy

I know that my face
Is only too familiar to your sleep
I can see it in your eyes
I can tell by your body heat

Why are you taking so long
You need to come and find me, honey
To set your mind at rest
And let your dreams run free.

You know, I'm no stranger in your dreams

Im craving I'm howling I'm begging and pleading
Be mine tonight

Oh and I'm waiting I'm dying, I'm wanting and needing
To show you a night

Where Ill be touching and holding caressing and giving you
Your every fantasy
Ill get you dreaming and lusting burning and praying
For more of this ecstasy.


Imogen Heap makes me happy. This is my most played song on Itunes.

Not Cool

So, there was all kinds of drama last night.

In a nutshell, I'm glad that good people are still out there.

So, I'm happy that a good Samaritan spotted my phone and left it with the lost and found.

I'm also happy Patricia was nice enough to take care of me. :-)

Astounded

So, last night I was at a comedy club. I was sitting with some friends, and across from us were a couple of cuties.

Well, it was a dimly lit room, and to honest, I don't pay a whole lot of attention to other guys when I'm with my friends, especially the ones of the male persuasion. The comedy show started up, and I couldn't be certain, but the guy across from me with the cute, thick frames began to bump my legs with his knees, stretching out his legs to full extension beside my legs, and this eventually became a full out "footsies."

I must admit, I've never been engaged in the likes...it felt very old world and almost adorable. I obliged and was mildly sad when the show ended and lights came on.

He leaned across the table and said, "I'm going to leave, PLEASE follow me."

I had had enough to drink to be curious, so I threw out that I needed to use the loo and escaped from my friends for a rendezvous.

As I weaved through the crowd I spotted him. This being the first time I'd seen him standing, I realized that he was quite tall.

I smiled and walked up, feeling as if I'd met him for the first time.

We were chatting and he was getting handsy, and I politely pulled away, as I'm not a huge fun of PDA with strangers.

As I did, he ran a frustrated hand over his face. It was then that I got glimpse of a shiny object on his left ring finger.

"Are you married?!"

"Well, um, yeah...you aren't very observant..." he stammered. "Does that change things?"

"Yes, it does," I stated resolutely.

Disappoint washed over his face.

I began to retreat back to my friends and he tossed out, "She lives like three states away!"

I turned and looked at him incredulously. "She's still your wife!"

I politely ignored him for the rest of the night.

This brings me to what makes me happy.

I'm happy that I'm not married to a scumbag.

Sushi...

makes me happy!

I blogged mentally.

It makes me very happy when someone goes out of their way to get me off my very scheduled life. Not checking my email or Myspace for a full 24 hours felt nice!

Today I got new panties and that made me happy.

I miss him...

but it makes me happy to think about Kane Lyons.

Remember the time...

In an effort for general betterment, I'm trying to be much more positive about life in general. A way that I plan to do that is identifying the things that make me happiest, and going from there.

For the next 365 days, I will record at least 1 thing per day that makes me happy. There will be no repeats, and I think it's a great way to love myself and the life I live a little bit more.

Today I realized how happy being with old, true friends makes me.

Being around people who love you unconditionally is the most therapeutic thing. I feel wildly blessed that I have more than one of those people in my life.

Any time I feel gloomy, I know that happy thoughts are not far away. It also gives me courage to press through the low times in search of happier ones on the horizon.

Disturbingly Beautiful

"I can't take my eyes off of you."

How is it that every time I listen to Damien Rice, I fall in love with life a little more?

He has this haunting ability to present the truth in the form of prose in the most eloquent manner. It always amazes me at each individual's unique arrangement of the same words we use every day. Some people just do it better.

In my book, Damien is right up there with Shakespeare.

"We might make out when nobody's there
It's not that we're scared
It's just that it's delicate"

"Still a little bit of your taste in my mouth...So it's not hard to fall
When you float like a cannonball..."

"Cheers darlin'
Here's to you and your lover boy
Cheers darlin'
I got years to wait around for you
Cheers darlin'"

Thanks, Damien. :-)

Really, Jenn, Really?!

As I avoid the unhikable mountain of work that lies in front of me, I'm forced to contemplate the situations in my life.

Why am I a walking cliche?

I'm trying to think how many times I've started a sentence with, "There's this guy..."

But, there's this guy. He seems reasonable, intelligent, healthy, no baggage, interested, attractive, responsible, caring, attentive...

I know, right? So what's the problem? I think that I've become reconditioned to only deal with assholes. I'm used to games, cat and mouse chases, that ultimately result in my feeling down about myself, wondering how I could have done better. I can only assume that the guy feels victorious as he's successfully evaded another commitment.

I caught myself feeling smothered and a bit turned off today just because he was doing everything that I've ever wanted out of a male. Then it hit me. It is exactly what I do when I first meet someone that I find interesting. (Which really doesn't happen a lot.)

I get over involved, try way too hard, and end up scaring the poor smuck away. I get it now. It's a bit creepy...a bit misplaced, really.

But, then I think of myself. I know that sounds narcissistic, but hear me out.

I'm a pretty awesome catch. I know how hard I will work for someone else's happiness, and I know that no matter what, I always have the other person's interest at heart.

So, that being said, I'm going to overrule my initial feelings of freak out. I am also accepting that even if I do everything right, and so does he, we still might not work out.

And I'm okay with that.