The Joys of Life

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I decided to take a look in my Notes on Facebook because I remember when I couldn't sleep in high school I sometimes had the balls to put them for others to see. My favorite is my compilation of what I felt were my Joys in Life. Some are pretty humorous but bring back so many memories. It's also comforting to know much of the things are still joyous

The Joys of Life, in my perspective.

Sunshine.
Getting lost in a good book.
The beach!
Bracelets.
Looking at old pictures and remembering that exact moment.
Good morning/good night text messages.
Swinging.
Taking pictures.
My Best Friend <3
Riding around town with nothing to do or worry about.
NOT going to school.
Shopping when you have money to spend.
Late night phone calls.
Conversations on the phone that actually have meaning.
Oreos and Peanut Butter :)
Sleeping extremely late.
Good hair days.
Jamming out to songs.
Remembering old song lyrics.
The baseball games at Rockdale.
Thunderstorms.
Road Trips... Even if they're to absolutely nowhere, those are the best.
The sunset/sunrise.
Fresh cut grass in the summer :)
Meeting new people and them turning out to mean something to you.
"That's classic."
Getting flowers.
Watching movies.
Quoting movies.
The Hangover.
Going barefoot.
Having someone to turn to.
Finding money randomly.
Getting together with people you don't see everyday and nothing has changed.
Long distance friendships staying strong.
Field trips.
Hoodies.
When guys give you their hoodies/jackets.
Relationships.
Being happy.
Being loved.
The lake.
The mountains.
Super Nintendo!
Suckers.
Disney World.
Six Flags.
Taking long walks.
Seeing a place and remembering all that happened there.
Forehead kisses.
Holding hands.
Saved text messages.
Sneaking out.
Necklaces.
T-Shirts.
Band T-Shirts.
Stealing road signs.
Skipping school.
Chicken finger day.
Making your own money.
Getting unexpected text messages.
Bright nail polish.
Parties.
Being in love.
Cuddling.
iPods!
Country music.
Laying out.
Flannel.
Finding old notes.
Reconnecting with people.
Concerts!
The FIRST day of school.
The LAST day of school.
Waffle House :)
Acing a test!
Looking at the stars.
Getting your back scratched.
Getting your hair played with.
Having a really good dream.
Poetry.
Inside jokes.
Trampolines.
Slip n slides.
Texting during school.
Quotes.
Doodling.
Family.
Dane Cook.
Cupcakes.
Blackberrys.
Watching drunk people.
Jason Aldean.
Songs that have meaning.
Songs with GOOD lyrics.
The way it smells after it rains in the summer.
Summer, in general.
Being crazy.
Swimming.
Making fun of people but being able to hide it. Haha.
Not losing people.
Reunions.
Piercing.
Daydreaming.
Drive ins.
Japanese food.
Mexican food.
Jukeboxes.
The Beatles.
College football.
Breast Cancer Awareness.
Laughing until is hurts.
Driving endlessly trying to find something fun to do, and you end up having fun anyways.
That smile. :)
Prank calls.
Sour patch kids.
Not forgetting things.
Classic Disney Movies.
Starbucks Coffee.
Coffee, in general.
Late nights AND late mornings.
Life long friendships.
Quoting all the lines from your favorite movie.
Hot bubble baths.
Knowing that somebody misses you.
Grilled cheese.
Sleepovers.


Feb 22. 2010... .... To Be Continued.

May 10th, 2010.
Grass.
Laptops.
Tanning.
Becoming really close friends with people who used to be your enemy. Haha.
Fans.
Weekends in Brunswick.
Killing horseflies. Haha.
Habaneros.
Sybils.
Four wheelers.
Relay For Life.
Getting your toes done.
'Dinner and a movie' nights.
Silly Bandz animal bracelets.
Cool scars.
Cherry Blossom body wash.
Keeping secrets.
Trust.
Bonfires.

.... To Be Continued.

Meeting new people :)
Staying up allll night.
Watching the sunrise from the beach.
'One night stands' Hahaha
Being on the beach at night.
Being carefree.
Ridin' solo, everyone needs to stand alone sometimes :)

-July 5th, 2010. ... To Be Continued.


BBM.
Texting someone alllll day everyday :)
Lonnnnnnng days with Brittany's mama.
Carter's Bight.
Braves Games.
SvOdka .. Hahahaha.
18th birthday parties.

- November 30th, 2010.

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