I Love the Snow.
Here's an example of how much I love it when it snows;
It was about one o'clock in the morning a couple of years ago. I was snuggled up in bed and Boyf was out with his friends. Suddenly there was a sound similar to a hundred elephants charging up the stairs and Boyf barged into the bedroom and shook me awake.
"Wake up! We've got to go outside! Wake up!"
I grumbled and grunted and attempted to go back to sleep, until he said the magic words:
That was it. I was out of bed, threw on my boots and, still wearing my pyjamas, we went out and played in the snow. At gone one in the morning. It was bloody brilliant!
(I built my first ever snowman soon after and I was very pleased with myself. I know; it doesn't take much.)
|My First Snowman|
A long, very hot (to the point where I'm turning scarlet) bubble bath with a good book, a glass of something nice and a cheeky cigarette - pure and utter bliss whatever mood I'm in. The phone gets unanswered, a knock on the front door gets ignored, nothing interrupts my bubble bath.
I Love Musical Theatre.
I grew up loving musical movies like "The Sound of Music" and "Xanadu" (yes, I freely admit to loving "Xanadu"), and for my eleventh birthday, my parents took me to the theatre for the first time to see "Forty Second Street" (starring the not-famous-yet Catherine Zeta Jones). Apparently I spend most of the show with a face like this...
I Love Roller Coasters.
I am a complete adrenaline junkie when it comes to theme parks. No ride is off limits to me, especially when it comes to roller coasters. The higher, the faster and the more corkscrews, the better as far as I'm concerned. I'm not the kind of person who gets on and just screams and screams as soon as it launches. I just giggle and giggle and giggle. It's so exhilerating!
The best rollercoaster I've ever been on is "Saw - The Ride" at Thorpe Park. Boyf thought it was much scarier than the films it is based on. I didn't notice. I was too busy giggling.
I was a closet singer for an extremely long time. I'd bolt myself in to my bedroom, turn up the stereo and sing into a big purple blusher brush for hours on end, foolishly believing that because no one could see me, they couldn't hear me either.
Nothing compares to the feeling you get when you know you've nailed a song and the audience have enjoyed. The adrenaline rush can't be beaten. Not even by chocolate.
I Love Reading.
Books have saved my sanity on more than one occasion. Whenever I'm bored, lonely, sad or worried, I know that reading a good book will take me out of myself, if only for a little while. Life in Brakebills, Elenia and The Discworld just seems so much easier than real life.
I Love Cuddling.
I am a very touchy feely person. If I was force to choose between never having sex or never having cuddles again for the rest of my life, I would choose not to have sex. Don't get me wrong, I have a very satisfying sex life, thank you very much, but I need cuddles more. If you've had a rough day or if you're just feeling down, nothing beats a good cuddle from someone you care about.
I Love Sleeping.
If there was such a thing as a sleeping contest, I would win it hands down - assuming I was able to get to sleep in the first place. My insomnia isn't quite as bad as it was (and I really hope I haven't jinxed things in saying that) but it does flare up from time to time. But when I do sleep, it is glorious! You can only truly appreciate a really good nights sleep if you've been deprived of it for a while.
The only time I am absolutely guarantee a decent snooze is if I am having a bipolar downer. When that happens, my body takes over my emotions and tells them, "Okay then. Time to sleep. Get your arse to bed." After all, your emotions can't get the better of you when you're not awake.
I Love Blogging.
The thought of even one person enjoying what I've typed fills my heart with warm fuzziness.
I Love Hope.
I am a natural born pessimist. I always have been, I always will be. A friend once pointed out to me that I don't see the glass half full or half empty because I can't see the glass in the first place. I have some very deep friends.
But as pessimistic as I am, I still have hope. I hope one day my emotions will be more controllable. I hope one day I won't be afraid to out alone after dark and I won't leap out of my skin with terror whenever there's an unexpected knock on the front door. I hope one day I'll get a job, get married, have a baby or six. I hope one day to have a sugarglider as a pet. And a little cat I'll call Paul. Oh, and a unicorn.
After all, if you don't have hope, what do you have?
Tell me what you love...