identify 100 things that make me happy (besides money)

Now, if I was a cool kid with a vehicular with automatic windows I would say, “Driving with my windows down.” but as I have to rolllll down the windows in my good ol’ pick-’em-up truck I only roll down one. Driving down an old country road. Good weather outside. Sunglasses on. Hair blowing a bit. Good music on(It was the new Panic At The Disco cd today…). Very, very, very happy-making.

First anything. First kisses, first trys, first experiences, first snowfalls, first everythings.

I got in my pick-up today after school and it was the first time this entire school year that it was hot inside. I loved it. Which brings me to my next entry…

Pretty much anything I can repeat that is semi-famous or famous to describe my feelings and emotions or cause my friends to burst out laughing. I like to speak in my own words, but sometimes other peoples words just work so well.

Ok, so I haven’t added to this goal in FOR-OR-EVER! So, here goes…

I absolutely LOVE when I get Jeopardy questions right and the players get them wrong. Well, I like when I get them right, even if they get them right, but more so when they get them wrong because it makes me feel smart. XD

I want to be on Jeopardy someday…

Not any pictures, but pictures of me with my friends. Ok, I’m kind of vain, but not really, I just love being able to look at a photo and match it to a time and day or event, and how I was feeling, what I sa doing, and who was meaningful to me.

P.S. It’s been a while since I visited this goal. I should fix that.

I mean, I hate it when people talk about me behind my back, and it’s mean and vindictive and hurtful, and then I find out about it and have to have Confrontation Time…

But then there’s days like Saturday. I had the SAT’s Saturday morning and then had to cheer at basketball games that evening, so, though I thought I looked quite good considering the type of day I’d had, I did not feel very attractive by the end of the night. And then, I’m hanging out at the school after the basketball game, making eye-candy of the guys on the other schools basketball team(there were definitely a couple grrrowl worthy ones…), though of course I was being quite inconspicuous while doing so. I’d just walked past their schools group in the hallway and into the gym to talk with some friends, when in comes the group of guys. My friend Raven was behind me, and her and Lucy had been insisting they were checking me out(it didn’t hepl that I told them about the whistle I heard when walking past their bench…), and she says ‘Oh my God, see Vieve, I told you!’ and I asked ‘What?’ because at that point I honestly was not paying attention. Then she says that as they were walking past she heard one say ‘See I told you she was hot, she’s by the bleachers.’ and I random mutterance(is that a word? well it is now…) of agreements.
That made my semi-miserable past week and weekend much more bearable and brighter.
Unfortuneatly though, and my friends brought this to my attention, tall, attractive, and confidant intimidates guys, so none of them talked to me. But oh well. I know what was going on in their heads, and thats chill with me. Besides, they live like 2.5 hours away. It was doomed to fail from the start.

Do I need to be more descriptive? It’s Thanksgiving. I spent the day with my ‘rents, brother, aunt and uncle, cousins and their daughters. It was nice. I like my family and my family-time…well, most of the time…

Ok, well my purses make me happy, but when I step into a cute pair of shoes, my whole day seems brighter. Whether it’s my purple-striped Wellies, my red stilletos, my black ballet flats, or the pink and white tennis shoes I’m wearing today. Love them…but I especially love my heels(brown snake-skin stelletos anyone?) I usually wear heels, which pushes my 5’9-10” stature to about 6’2” making me taller than most guys I know, but I don’t care. I can work it, and so, I will.

...even if the line ‘this is not directed at you’ and ‘hypothetically’ are used all the time. I have this friend…and I’m not going to get into detail, but he’s an amazing guy, and I’m a big fan of him… Usually we just joke around about stuff, random things like him making fun of how many pictures I take, how I am too addicted to myspace, how he’s ‘high class’ cough cough, school, work, friends, family, and whats going on in our lives, but at least once a week we have these amazing conversations… Ones that actually make me think about how I feel on a subject and how I’m going to respond. It might not even be about something huge but it means something to both of us(well at least me I know…), so it matters. Last night we had a conversation about love, dating, relationships, and marriage. We agreed on most things but even when we didn’t agree it didn’t become an argument, just a discussion, and even though it’s not like a world issue it was important. We talked, he explained somethings in his life, and then I explained some in my life, and then we talked about the connections between the two, throwing in a couple jokes here and there to make it lighter, but being completely honest(at least I was, I hope and assume he was also…). It all flowed so seemlessly and perfectly… Ahh…ok, so yeah, I like him a little bit more than a little bit, but I think it’s just because we can have these conversations, that even if they would mean nothing to other people, they’re important to us, at least at that moment…But anyways, I love conversations that are meaningful, important, attention-grabbing, and make me think…

I woke up this morning to the first snow of the season. I live in a small town so the snow around my house hadn’t totally been muddied up by traffic. It was so gorgeous. Shimmering, glistening, shiny, white snow. After today I’ll probably be tired of it(until we get a really big fall and have a couple feet of the stuff…), but seeing snow fall, and seeing it on the ground so so pure and white just makes me smile…till I have to go outside into my cold pick-up and drive to school through it…