Every day for the past week at least one person a day has accused me of being really happy.
Of being too happy.
I am not certain what too happy means, but it is true that I am happy.
I am filled with joy.
I am gifted with the ability to see the humor in every situation, which can at times lead to me laughing at highly inappropriate moments.
1–I chose my song for the Hope concert. I think I will officially be one of the most adorable things ever.
I am singing True Love’s Kiss, from Enchanted. Yes, you are free to giggle in giddy abandon.
2–A friend from high school got married yesterday and for it my ex-roomie flew up from California. I got to spend some time with her and A, and there were miniature cupcakes at the wedding. They were delicious.
3–Today I attended the Capital Food and Wine Festival (on the grace of friends as the festival does not accept checks). I got a lovely beer glass, fuzzy dice, hand sanitizer, several coasters, a wine cork, and a sweet pen. All in all, a definite victory. Oh, I also tried wine and beer and some food. Look for my review in the next Belltower issue.
4–There is a concert tomorrow, for which I must complete my Orlofsky pants. (Otherwise I will be going pants-less and that will completely destroy any suspension of disbelief, as Orlofsky is a man and I am most definitely not.)
5–On Friday there was brilliant sunshine during my lunch hour so I drug a chair out of the Kreielsh and did my Chemistry homework while soaking up the sun and wearing sunglasses. By the time I got out of school by 5:30 it was raining.
6–I am composing an avant garde sing/speak song for my Shakespeare class. It will be spectacular.
7–I finally heard Adele’s 21 cd. It is fabulous, and I have been listening non-stop for two days now.
Drinking water out of my beer glass,