The Happiness Thread

Today I'm happy that the leaves on the trees right now here in southern Maine are beautiful.

Usually autumn leaves peak around here in mid-October. But for some reason, the leaves have changed color earlier than usual this year.

 

Just watched episodes 1 and 2 of season 5 of Downton Abbey. Just throw some Edwardian fra-fra-fra at me and I'm sorted.

 

Today I'm happy because I ran into an old acquaintance from my high school days.

 

I was typing the word 'exasperated' for an English assignment. After my thumb sent that cursor ahead, I waited and waited for that squiggly red line. It never came! I actually spelled it right, woohoo!

 

Ah the simple things in life.

 

Today I'm feeling positive because I've done well lately at only take one day at a time.

 

I suspect that this is the best way to approach life; it is overwhelming in other dress.

 

I'm actually a bit excited about my degree. Currently, it is an English w/ focus in Language Arts. This essentially gets me prepped to teach high school English. The problem with it: it is dominated by this educational aspect, full of courses that seem rather lack-luster relative to advanced English coursework that I could take in lieu. I talked to my adviser. She suggested (well, highlighted this as an option), since I want to have a MA and Ph.D open for the future, that I could choose a different English focus (Creative Writing/Literature/Writing and Rhetoric) so that I can get more advanced level English under my belt. This would better prepare me for pursuing a MA. After this, I'd go to Graduate School for a year and get certified to teach high school English that way. It would take a year longer, and I'd have to pay for an extra year, but I'd have a better degree, to me personally. This would leave room for me to do a focus that I fully want to do (either the Creative Writing or Literature) and I could get a second major, which would likely be Philosophy (which would be amazingly sexy). On top of all of this, I would have two spare electives, leaving room for either two more advanced classes or a Russian minor.

So, this is a more lengthy and costly process, but the education seems much better and sincere relative to me personally. As well, I'd still, in the end, be able to teach English, so I'd have a job. So, woo! (If I do it.) I think I could navigate the debt, since, due to a Texas loan, I can avoid having to pay most of the cost back if I graduate on time and with a certain GPA, which seems very manageable.

 

Swiveltaffy, you don't want to overwhelm yourself by worrying about things that haven't even happened yet and may never happen by not taking life one day at a time.

 

Yeah, I guess my second post rather contradicted my first one, huh? The character of my self. <insert emoticon>

 

I majored in philosophy. Does that make me sexy?

 

I'd vote yes, unless you go Descartes style.

 

Seems rather hasty. Like putting Descartes before the horse.

 

I'm presently sat in my re-purposed spare room. It's now been floor boarded, done out in Ikea's finest, and I now have 18 more cubby holes for books and odds and sods. I've moved my main pc and flatscreen in, my xbox, my graphics tablet, a comfy two seater sofa, not to mention my entire Terry Pratchett collection, (it's been boxed up for years) my main guitar, and my collection of frame drums. My erstwhile lodger's room is now a hobby room par excellence.

All I need now is to flip the kettle switch and settle with a good strong cup of S.D. Bells Barrista No. 6.

I think it's fair to say that I'm happy as a pig in shite right now.

 

photos?

 

Still in the middle of a mess. I will when it's completely finished.

 

I'm happy because we're getting some much-needed rain today here in Maine.

 

Just a plain all around good day. Marvellous weather, sidewalk book sale, and my Rue Dog. These are the days that remind one that life is, indeed, worth living...

 

Funny by your name I always assumed you were male.

 

My profile, chromosomes, writing style, fashion sense, and addiction to romance novels say otherwise...

 

Who reads profiles these days? Question is, can you cook, sew, and burp a baby? I kid...I kid.

 

Cooking, yes. Kids, yes. Any arts and/or craft projects, not with out dire ramifications to the project and surrounding environs...

 

Well, I've had bad movies running for company all day while I cleaned. Finally went through all of my books both the ones on my bookcases and in my walk-in closet. Everything came off, tough decisions were made, and now I can find things again. I forgot just how lovely my bookcases are beneath all the books and dust, (dark finished oak with a near glass shine and white brick eight feet long...). Now all that remains are essential titles and knowledge of a job well done.

 

Ohh... nice. Mine are only Ikea (something that shall eventually be remedied by several trips to the local auction house) but I can't express how wonderful it is to be sitting in my hobby room (which shall be hitherto referred to as The Blue Room, as opposed to my previous writing haunt, The Womb) surrounded by books that were starting to think their homes were cardboard transit boxes stuffed into my hot press, at the expense of my damp laundry.

So I totally get why you're so happy. I am too.

And umm... yeah, I'm one of those adjusting to the thought that you are female. Oopsie! (Wouldn't be the first time I've made that mistake, as Alessia can attest to.)

 

I think I'm optimistic just to spite myself...Yeah, I am just that tired, so I should at least sleep tonight.

(There goes that whole silver lining deal again.)