Mes remerciements

You know, I really should be grateful for what I have. I've got an amazing place to live that is in an amazing city.
Most of my family within an hour or so driving distance.
Good friends who listen to me every now and then (I don't think it's a good idea to complain too much).
A few (ok, a lot of) stinking awesome pairs of shoes.
Some possible love interests.
A good tech support guy/friend.
A really cool and fun roommate, who pushes me to be a better person, and to grow up, for crying out loud! (My words.)
Ridiculously good taste in music (not bragging, it's true!).
Lots of subjects I am passionate about that are pretty widespread (good music, photography, possibly product or graphic design, well-constructed clothes and shoes, politics, dancing, relationships, the way mine and other people's brains work, correct spelling, hot chocolate and really good fruit pie, feng shui, and boys).
A Franklin Covey planner that saves my butt almost every day.
A cute little red car.
A body.
A well-balanced brain (thanks to my parents- Dad for the math/tech side, and Mom for the artsy side).
My testimony.
Many, many things that have been given to me that I really don't deserve.
The ability to remember, every now and then, that I really don't deserve them.
http://www.threadless.com for the really cool shirts that make people think I'm a cool person for wearing them.
My little knowledge of French, so I can look cooler than my dad, although I never do. You can't beat someone who says, "Those French!! They have a DIFFERENT WORD FOR EVERYTHING!!!"
A bucket of fun pens on my desk.
The fact that I can see right through Twilight- that it's a ridiculous over-hyped impossible love story, set upon plaguing the world's women of their happy and realistic dreams, replacing them with wishes for something that doesn't exist, or at least probably isn't good for them, anyway. I mean, do you really want some guy to crawl through your bedroom window every night, watching you sleep? Sure it sounds cute, but that's the last of your privacy. GONE! I'll admit, however, that they were exciting- who can shake off all that suspense?
My love of reading.
My equal love of sleep, although sometimes the reading wins.
My past experiences, to teach me where my limits are.
My dreams, to make me break out of my box ad try new things.
My $15 razor scooter that I bust out every now and then, just to make people laugh.
My new family and brother-in-law.
My reading glasses.
My ukulele.