39. 10 Things (again)

by 4linnea

10. Stripping off your clothes as soon as you walk in the house.

This is such a good feeling.  Whether you’re stripping down because you’re hot, and replacing your outfit with the least amount of clothing (or none) or it’s time for sweatpants (or crazy leggings),it is wonderful to have the freedom to do so. Especially us ladies, and taking off our bras after a hard day of having boobs.

9. Greasy food after a long stint without it.

I try to eat healthy, for the most part, and sometimes I just need some french fries.  And a burger.  Or a Penn Station sub.  And you know how there’s some people who say suspicious stuff like, “If you go long enough without sweets or fatty foods, you won’t crave them, and if you do eat them, they won’t even taste good anymore.”  Well I think those people should be put in a pre-determined area, maybe a field, where normal people won’t be able to hear their deception.  Because, that first bite of french fry after a week or two of carrots, apples, and grilled veggies, is heaven on earth.

Insert apt 30 Rock quote here:
Jack: Imagine, a dessert for two, consisting of a Tahitian vanilla bean ice cream in a pool cognac, drizzled in the world’s most expensive chocolate, Amadei Porcelana, covered in shaved white, black and clear truffles, topped with edible 25-carat gold leaf. Can you imagine anything better?
Liz: I don’t know, have you ever put a donut in the microwave?


8. Seeing who you’re waiting on pull up while looking out the window. 


 This is one of the happiest and most satisfying events that could happen in a normal day.  I get extra excited and get lots of butterflies when the car I’m waiting for is driven by my boyfriend, who just drove over 8 hours to see me for the weekend! Wow!  (Side note: last time he came home to see me, he came in the door with Chipotle for dinner.  AH! I mean, Cinderella has no idea what a real man is like.)
My dog does this a lot.  Even if there isn’t anyone he’s particularly waiting on (that I know of, at least).  Take a look here:
Cute butt...Where are my friends?
7. Poetry
All poetry. What’s more beautiful?  Not a whole lot.

Medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life.  But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for.”  -Dead Poets Society

6. Finishing something you’ve worked hard on.

Applies to many things in life.  Exercising, simple chores, homework, jigsaw puzzles (which I did 2 last weekend…..), or grander things than these examples.

My latest finished “something” is the video I’ve worked on for a few months, alongside classmates and a professor.  So here is the link I promised you in the last post: Make Big Plans

5. Apple Slices & Peanut Butter

My most favoritest snack.

4. When you send your brother in Afghanistan a book, and he sends back this picture:




3. When, for once, you actually know what you’re talking about.


I is smart!!!!!


2. Being in love with your best friend.


I think this one deserves a post of its own someday.  But for now, I’ll say, I recommend it to anyone.  Provided your best friend is the gender you prefer to date.  My Sam is one wonderful guy.  (Woah, side note: I just wrote “… is one onederful guy”.  Why is that not how that word is actually spelled?)  As I’m typing this, I’m listening to Silhouette by Active Child feat. Ellie Goulding and, even though it’s not our song, it is the perfect love song to be evoking wonderful images of our love.  Beautiful.  And making me miss him.  Dang music.


1. Cornrows


The hairstyle.  There are many willing people in my life who let me give them cornrows.  Thank you.


“I get why they’re called cornrows now! My hair’s yellow so it looks like little rows of corn.” -Malory (bottom left).


P.S. This post is dedicated to all the beautiful couples in long-distance relationships.  You go, Glen Coco, you go!  Stay strong!!!


I’m in my bed, you’re in your bed, one of us is in the wrong place.


Over & Out


Currently listening to: Active Child- Hanging On


Also, here’s a link to Linnea’s Poetry.