I was bored, so I typed up a list of things that I'm thankful and/or happy for. WEEEEE! *shrug* I dunno.

My wonderfully supportive and loving family.

The select few friends I have who listen to me about everything.

The wind quietly whispering through the trees.

Moonlight reflecting off of a still lake.

Sunlight glinting off of melting icicles.

Getting beaned in the head with a snowball and laughing about it.

Trying to reach the end of the rainbow.

Those stupid little Cracker Jack prizes.

The sound of a "clicker" pen.

When someone looks you in the eyes when they talk to you.

My "bear feet" slippers.

Flannel.

The sound of a contented sigh.

A quiet ticking of a clock.

Pencils that don't break halfway through your PSAT test.

Receiving a hug when you least expect to get one.

When someone laughs with you, not at you.

The smell of freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies.

Wind-up music boxes.

Lazily spinning a globe.

The sound of your A:\ drive booting up.

The hand-written Christmas cards my dad makes for us every year.

The stupid little sign on our bathroom door that says, "RESTROOMS-IN HERE!!!! HOORAY!"

Stretching, yawning, and (safely) popping your back simultaneously like I just now did.

Just about everything in Journalism.

Finding your contact stuck to the medicine cabinet mirror when you thought you lost it.

The memory of yourself drinking hot chocolate through a straw and wondering why it burnt your tongue (yes, I actually did this).

Being told you've made a difference in someone's life.

Somehow managing to keep all of your food down while riding a crazy ride.

The sound of waves crashing against rocks at a beach.

Thunderstorms, as long as no one gets hurt.

Wearing socks that don't match.

Chocolate cream pie.

The moment you realize that things aren't nearly as bad as you thought they were.

Never having to cry alone.

"Dial phones."

The annoying-yet-cute robot named "TYPO" in MicroType Pro.

My broken Discman.

Cheese.

Waving like an idiot and actually finding someone dumb enough to wave back.

People who have eyes that sparkle...I dunno if mine do or not...

A certain office chair on wheels that tip over the ledge and into the sunken-in living room while you're still sitting in it.

One word: GWAM.

Big foam hands.

Knowing you have a lousy voice, but singing anyway because you're so happy.

Morning dew on grass.

Seeing your breath on cold days.

Decorating your house the same way each year for Christmas, yet still feeling as if you were doing it for the very first time.

The SNOOOOOOOOOOOOOZZZZZZZZZZZZZZE button.

The stuff I kept from when I was in kindergarten, including macaroni necklaces and journals.

The annoying sound of a hamster running in its squeaky wheel.

Flying chinchillas.

Preparing for the end of the world, then realizing your TV and/or radio is telling you "this is only a test."

Those little white "POP POP" firework things you snap and/or throw against your friend's newly-painted, bright white house (oops).

Knowing that I am now done with this silly little list and am going to bed.

~Den-"needs to read 20,000 Things to Be Happy About (again)"Kara