Part I

I love the sound of laughter the same way I love the sound of clapping.

I find it funny when there are exclamations in textbooks cuing you in to be excited about the information. It reminds me of nap time in kindergarten: I never liked it but it was always helpful.

I try my best not to use filler words: uhm, like, long drawn out so, so yah. or saying, "I don't know," but still continuing to talk as if I did know. I don't do very well on this but I try.

I wonder how many people think I'm full of shit.

I think reading my horoscope is a bad habit of mine. Even though I really try not to make it influence my day in some subconscious level I know it has.

I enjoy every phone conversation I have with my dad since being in Seattle. & they never last for more than 2minutes & 31seconds each time.

I sound silly when I say trail off with incoherent words like, blah blah blah, et cetera et cetera, or worse meerrh.

After every meal, I want to have something sweet. After every meal, I still feel distressing guilt and fear. I get scared of relapsing.

I love getting hugs. I mean real, full, feel-my-grip hugs. I've been getting side-hugs lately and they don't necessarily count, unless they're really good ones. I can only think of a few.

I don't know how much of my ego has to do with all the work & energy I put into the things I do. But I know I try to put love & intention behind all of it.

I have a hard time gaging my laughter volume.

I don't like it when my jewelry don't match my shoes.