...and not so serious

Now that I got the serious crap out of the way, not to mention and hour and a half with my boyz from "The O.C.", I can be a little more snarky about what I'm thankful for. Because as Spencer said, as he sat on my couch last night, looking at my DVD rack, I like "the shit of pop culture". Love you too, Spencer.

• First, the Shit of Pop Culture. It isn't actually shit. Just what silly 20 year old boys think is crap. My DVD rack mostly consists of of TV on DVD: American Dreams, four seasons and the series finale of Dawson's Creek (I don't have the heart to buy the last two seasons 'cause while I love Pacey...they are reeeeally bad, 90% of the time), two seasons of Friday Night Lights (absolutely NOT SHIT and you must, MUST check them out), one season of Gossip Girl, the first two seasons of Grey's Anatomy and the first and last seasons of The O.C. I am a TV girl. And movie franchise girl. Holy "High School Musical"! Anything that shows character development over a season(s), makes my little heart happy. Not that HSM shows a lot of character development. I just like the singing and dancing.
• My framed diploma. Which is in my kitchen. Weird, but lovely.
• The fact that the 2008 election is done. If I ever hear one more word about 11, I will kill someone. Well, give me a few months of silent bliss, please. I'm not naive enough to think it won't show up on the ballot under another misconstrued torture device in the next election or five.
• Dancing in the kitchen. Or next to the closet. Wherever we find room.
• Movies (not movie franchises) that make my heart warm, especially little random delightful movies: Wonder Boys, The Kite Runner, The Last Kiss, The Man on the Moon. And any time Sweet Home Alabama is on USA.
• Zombie kitty.
• Driving down Medary because I know if I look up, the Campanile will be there.
• Writing a kick ass story. Or at least starting one.
• Reading my work out loud, even if just to myself. I love the lyrical way words can be connected together to make a point.
• My big spoon and fork Spencer gave me for a homewarming present.
• Yellow brick roads.
• Brown nailpolish.
• Princess Leia and Hermione Granger.
• The fake wine my mom still buys for me for Thanksgiving dinner.
• The spot on Main Avenue in front of Jim's Tap.
• How when I drive around Brookings, I'm starting to be able to see memories of my life there: in front of Jim's Tap, sitting on the steps of the Campanile, the alley behind Skinners, a soccer ball under some porch steps, the parking lot at the Blues. Those kind of memories don't come to me anymore in the town where I'm at right now.
• Comfortable and uncomfortable shoes. And being able to make them work for you. ;)
• Televisionwithoutpity.com - amazing site. Delightfully snarky.
• Having my own place, though for who knows how much longer.
• This is sorta silly, but planning my wedding, slowly. The fruit from Sara's wedding? Awesome. Already knowing the song I want for our first dance (oh, but who is the other half of the "our"??), my father/daughter dance, colors, time of year. Knowing I have all the time in the world to decide all this for sure, and at the end...it'll be lovely, no matter what happens.
• Bret Michaels and his gaggle of girls.
• Being able to see how ridiculous promise rings are -- more to come on this.
• All the pictures of me and my grandfather from when I was little.
• Getting to spend a lot of time with my dad these last couple months.
• Coffee. Oooo.
• Candles, purchased specifically not to burn.
• Inside jokes. Who doesn't like making others feel left out? ;)
• Driving a good metaphor into the ground.
• Being the one to keep the faith - being a faith keeper? Sounds weird, but I know that I'll never be at a loss, not entirely, even when I should be.
• Hobo Days and how happy everyone is.
• Bachelorette parties with Amy.
• Feeling first hand how words from a song lyric or poem or story can change someone's day.
• Sunshine while driving the Storybook Land Express.
• Being a natural blonde.
• And this song: