Ganked from Cosmic and Scrunchy
Feb. 13th, 2007 09:13 pmName ten things (in no particular order) that make you happy and tag five others.
(this is not a 24/7 happiness list, just the things that hold good right now):
(this is not a 24/7 happiness list, just the things that hold good right now):
- The Carbon Leaf song, "Desperation Song". It's just addictive and quick and makes me think of gunshots and mysteries. If I could get up and dance to any song in the world, this would be it.
I'm turning it from shade to light, hold it up to candlelight, roaring into the firelight, scorching up the charlatans... - Snow, and its lovely ability to keep my lazy ass out of school.
- The Oxford Comma. You know why? I'll tell you why. I'm in Journalism class and in one of the proofs my teacher did on my article, he started marking out the Oxford commas in my State of the Union round-up. And, subsequently, got into a ten minute argument with me over it. Eventually, he gave up, "fine, put the damn things back in!" Thanks, I will. *snapsnap* Is it probably against the AP Stylebook? Yeah, but do I give a flying fuck?*
- Stephen Colbert's theme song, "Dance, Soterios Johnson, Dance", by Jonathan Coulton. Seriously, guys, it's about a newsanchor who goes out dancing after work. It's hilarious.
He hails a cab in the early grey dawn, gets to work, turns his microphone on, and his dulcet tones wake up the city. - How Chris and I tune into Tucker just to make snide remarks about his outfits. LULZ, he can't dress.
- This really awesome idea I have for a Psych fic. Like, it revolves around Lassiter's past, when he was a scholarly New York kid before Something Bad Happened. And everything he learned back then makes him aware that the series of murders are serial killings by someone with a sick sense of humor and a very good knowledge of literature. So Lassiter has to face his past and use things he's tried to forget. All the while, as the case spins out of control, Shawn's slowly figuring Lassiter out. It's be cool!
- How I have so many fic ideas, I literally can't get them all down fast enough. I kinda worry that the quality suffers due to my rush to get it all down, but... I wouldn't trade it for my old Writers Block.
- Plaid, worn, soft jimjam pants. Grandmum left some of hers here from the last time she visited and I'm stealing them. The blue ones in particular rock.
- That batshit AU Chris has me doing:
"I heard we'd finally filled that hole in the staff and wanted to say hello." Keith frowned at the new instructor. "What're you teaching?"
Anderson looked up from the box of books that he was unloading on the shelf. "I don't teach anything until some students transfer into my classes, but I'll do Psychology and Sociology and any other electives Principal Colbert wants me to. You?"
Keith smirked. "The four required Lit classes and the Dual-Credit Writing classes."
"Ooh, a core class man." Anderson laughed. "Poe and Shakespeare and so on?"
Keith's eyebrows rose a bit. "Please. Only the Freshmen. Milton, Aligheri, Orwell, and Adams."
Anderson paused in the stacking of the books and turned to face Keith for the first time since Keith had invited himself in. "Richard Adams?"
Keith chuckled. "Douglas, actually." - The commentary guys on the Westminster Dog Show. They remind me of Dan and Casey. *shakes head*
*Answer: No, I really don't.
-Luce