things i like.

It's raining today, and if I don't write about something positive bad things will happen. Here is a list of eleven things that I like:

1. Leaving my phone behind. Sometimes I overwhelm myself with people to call, emails to reply to, texts to respond to, appointments to make. I enjoy just forgetting about that crap for a while. I see my relationship with my phone as a love-hate relationship. Like yeah, I love the thing when it's helped me meet up with people, or call 411, or stay in contact with some of my weirdo friends who don't have facebooks, but then there's that "why-do-I-need-to-bring-this-with-me?" resentment factor towards the thing.
2. Getting high on Running. I love it so much. I love the feeling after a run. I love that there can be professionals and amateurs competing in one race. I love that I am competing against myself.

3. Sauce. It's awesome how you can change the taste of something by adding a different kind of sauce to it. nuff said.

4. Sitting. Most of my days are spent running from one place to the next. In class I'm not focused on just sitting somewhere. But at the end of a day, somewhere around 11p.m. when all my crap is complete, I like to do nothing but sit. I try not to think about much. I try to not have any tasks at hand, not even the TV on. Just sit.

5. Progress. I enjoy keeping a journal of where I am in most everything. I have one for my workouts; it's fun to go back six months ago and see how I've progressed. I have a journal for my daily life; it's even more fun to go back and look all of the

mountains I was making out of mole hills and where I've come since then. My liking of progress also applies to society, and while I take time everyday to make sure I've made a difference in this matter, I have lately found myself somewhat pessimistic.

6. Pretending I'm asleep. Every time my roommate walks into the room I pretend I'm asleep. Okay, half of the time my roommate walks into the room I pretend I'm asleep. The other half of the time I actually am asleep. But it's funny. Most of the time I will be at my desk doing something unproductive and I'll hear her key in the door then just pretend like I fell asleep doing work. When I went to my parents' a few weekends ago we had decided to start eating our dinner before my brother because we weren't sure when he'd be arriving. While eating our meals we heard the garage door going up and my parents joined in on my game. Brother walked in the door to his family face down on the table; I think I may have made a heavy breathing sound for an even more realistic effect.

7. Pop culture references. I have a family that values a knowledge of what is currently going on in the world-politically, socially, in literature, in sports, in entertainment- as well as the history of these things. I guess when you're in a family of television producers and writers, as well as educated sports watchers, something is bound to rub off on you.
8. Waking up early. It is amazing the amount of work accomplished when I actually work up the balls to drag myself out of bed. It is quite gratifying.

9. Direct deposit. What a great feeling to check your bank account and there was money magically placed there over night. Don't tell me how it works. You can't. It's just magic.

10. Screaming out my window and hiding. A phenomenon begun last October. It started when OU's unnecessarily legitimate game of Humans vs. Zombies (grown up Nerf wars) began to bother me when I'd get cut off by a paranoid Human running to class. I'm not sure how the game works exactly, but I am sure that I don't like it. Sorry readers who play. Anyways, the Human would walk passed by my window like a dweeb and it took no thought for me to scream ZOMBIE! out at the top of my lungs, only to see their hilarious reaction of assuming the position to shoot. I enjoyed this individual's reaction so much, I proceeded to scream out my window on any old day, crouch down and peek out to see who would try to figure out the source of the noise. Who's the dweeb now, I guess.

11. Dogs. What is not to like? hair? drool? Screw it. Those things are worth the undeniable friendship and impact that my dogs have had on my personality and well-being, even if it means coming home to a couple surprises every one in a while. The feeling of coming home to someone who is authentically excited to see you everyday is one that pwns any drink out of the toilet or chewed up left Sperry.