Soooo close! It's Friday and I only have 3 more classes to teach until VK! woot woot!

Yesterday was really long and difficult...silly French kids making fun of my French, but at least it's over. Last night I made a turkey coconut curry pasta (based loosely off of one of David's recipes) and it was quite delicious. yum. Today is Friday which means Happy Hour tonight, followed by drunk Simply Market-ing and glorious glorious friend hanging out time. etc.

Today on the way to my morning class I thought that I would share a treat with you, valued reader. Here are some lists (you all know how much I enjoy making lists). Edited, of course, for public consumption. Enjoy. (P.S. Sorry they're not parallel)

Things I love:
Dashboard Confessional.
My friends.
Playing guitar and listening to my friends sing along.
Stars.
Feeling needed.
Warm baguettes.
Grocery shopping in France.
Surprising people with parties/gifts/thoughtfulness.
Irish Car Bombs.
Chuck Taylors.
Tattoos.
Taking care of people.
Driving down Riverside with AJ.
Bathtubs.
Stalking Chris Carrabba.
Happy hour at Frederick's.
Thinking/arguing about Twilight.
Athens, OH.
Hot pink hair.
Falling in love.
Writing new songs.
Making dinner for lots of people/throwing parties.
Dollar Pitcher Night.
Acting like an adult when needed.
Acting like a child whenever possible.
Coconut Chip Ice Cream.
Attention.
My surrogate family (holla! Mama and Papa Janice...and Bob, I guess)
Being a groupie.
Clementines.
Listening to French boys speak French.
Polka dots.
Pineapple Upside Down shots.
Edward Cullen.
Refusing to accept the Looking Glass theory.
Shoulders.
Coloring my hair (no matter the color).
Doing dishes.
Knowing an exact lyric that fits my mood at any given time.
Chivalry.
Hugs.
Skirts and Hoodies.
Coloring.
Watching the same movies over and over again.
Target.
Doing the bare minimum work to get A's in classes.
Staying up late.
Daisies.
Dreaming of things so impossible.
Snuggles.
Snuggling in my snuggie.
French people who are nice to foreigners.
Strong coffee.
Reading really good books/really bad books.
Live music.
Teaching.
Making lists.


Things I dislike (because hate is a strong word):
Being late.
Waiting for people because they are late.
Getting out of bed before 10.
People who are flaky.
French vowels.
Rounded-toe shoes.
Loosing Earrings.
Money and the way I use it.
Pants.
Experiencing new things alone.
Dating "games".
Canal Winchester.
Painting my fingernails.
People that don't really listen when I talk.
Beets.
Hipsters.
Confrontations.
Drawing pictures.
Babies.
All of my ex-lovers.
Mulan.
People who don't stay in touch.
Being called immature/people who think I'm immature/people who can't loosen the f up sometimes.
Rum/Whiskey/Tequila.
Religious propaganda/people who try to push a certain religion on to me.
My ex-mother.
Grading papers/tests.
People who tell lies.
Paradise Lost.
Yolks of hard-boiled eggs.
People who are super socially conservative and want to press their views onto others by doing things such as banning abortion, making English the official language of the US and banning gay marriage.
Being ignored.
Clothes shopping in France.
Teaching people things that I learned naturally.
My natural hair color.
People who respond, "Not so good, today I...blah blah blah" when asked how they are in passing.
Being judged.
Cold showers.
Talking about how I feel.
Abercrombie and Fitch.
Sweeping floors (that is, vacuuming OR broom-ing).
Close-minded people.
French conditioner.
Ending lists.



Always,
Amanda