Easy like a Sunday morning.
Early mornings make me happy.
Early mornings which involve me dropping a class make me happy.
Early mornings where I actually slept longer than 4 hours make me happy.
Early mornings which involve my english teacher Sasha trying to be a free form individual/hippie/beatnik makes me happy.
Early mornings filled with grammatical errors makes me happy.
Early mornings that happen to fall on holidays were you see flowers everywhere makes me happy.
Call me effected, affected, whatever, by the holiday spirit of Valentine's day, but love is in the air and I feel it.
(Or because a certain foreigner who is visiting me on Christmas has bought me flowers.)
WHO KNOWS.
All I care is I'm feeling pretty awesome today. I woke up nice and toasty warm, put on my favorite shirt that ALWAYS makes me happy (the communist party one) and when I drove out to the campus, it was cloudy and beautiful and everything that is supposed to be green WAS GREEN. The fields reminded me of Scotland. And I saw a cluster of sun rays burst through the clouds as if God himself was like, "Here you go Sam, have a rockin' day."
I am so happy and I can't even remember the last time I was happy-- REALLY happy. And I don't mean superficially happy like when I find out Rainn Wilson is going to be hosting SNL the day after my birthday (which is awesome none the less) or like when I find out there's one last pop-tart and it is ALL MINE.
I mean happy like nothing could do me wrong. THE WORLD IS MY OYSTER.
To be honest, I'm not even sure what that means, but I've always wanted to use it like I meant it. And I do!
(Birthday countdown: 9 days!!!)
Early mornings which involve me dropping a class make me happy.
Early mornings where I actually slept longer than 4 hours make me happy.
Early mornings which involve my english teacher Sasha trying to be a free form individual/hippie/beatnik makes me happy.
Early mornings filled with grammatical errors makes me happy.
Early mornings that happen to fall on holidays were you see flowers everywhere makes me happy.
Call me effected, affected, whatever, by the holiday spirit of Valentine's day, but love is in the air and I feel it.
(Or because a certain foreigner who is visiting me on Christmas has bought me flowers.)
WHO KNOWS.
All I care is I'm feeling pretty awesome today. I woke up nice and toasty warm, put on my favorite shirt that ALWAYS makes me happy (the communist party one) and when I drove out to the campus, it was cloudy and beautiful and everything that is supposed to be green WAS GREEN. The fields reminded me of Scotland. And I saw a cluster of sun rays burst through the clouds as if God himself was like, "Here you go Sam, have a rockin' day."
I am so happy and I can't even remember the last time I was happy-- REALLY happy. And I don't mean superficially happy like when I find out Rainn Wilson is going to be hosting SNL the day after my birthday (which is awesome none the less) or like when I find out there's one last pop-tart and it is ALL MINE.
I mean happy like nothing could do me wrong. THE WORLD IS MY OYSTER.
To be honest, I'm not even sure what that means, but I've always wanted to use it like I meant it. And I do!
(Birthday countdown: 9 days!!!)