Man. Aside from like, a few things, I am absolutely in love with my life right now, and everyone in it.

Especially mornings. I love mornings and being awake EARLY every day.

I love black coffee.

I love blankets and fuzzy pink Winnie the Pooh slippers.

...and warm clothes fresh out of the dryer.

I love parties and margaritas and Mexican food and standing around drunk outside the bars.

I love all the Japanese people I've met this year in Lincoln.

I love all the PEOPLE I've met this year, in Lincoln.

I love the copydesk, and teasing, and going on dates.

I love Husker football games and tailgating and being drunk at 11:30 a.m. on a Saturday.

I love my baby cactus.

I love my roomate Ben and his current war with mice: "Eviction notice!"

I love answering random phone calls from a Japanese girl in England during the middle of my Geography lab.

I love David Banner's new video, Play.

I love consistently getting the highest grade in the class on my meteorology tests.

I love trail mix.

I love my bicycle, in all of its squeaky glory.

I love penalty shootouts in intramural soccer (And I love scoring tons of GOALS in intramural soccer, too).

I love my African American Lit. professor, Dr. Dreher.

I love other seniors who sit in the back row of geography lecture and share in some of my favorite activities: namely, doing the DN crossword, studying for other classes, and bitching about the professor.

I love smiles and waves in the weight room.

I love soup. Any kind of soup. I love it.

I love cottage bread.

I love the copy desk at the DN, so much that I'm mentioning it again, here, and I'm naming names: Jen, Tina, Metta, Liz, Whitney.

I love Ogawa sensei so much that she almost deserves a "double-love."

I love facebook.

I love bumping into Irma, even though it hasn't happened in a while. I think I've started bumping into Nidhi more often, now.

I love that Stef and I both clean our rooms before we go out on Friday night.

I love grocery shopping with my mom.

I love that I don't even have to ask my mom to bake chocolate chip cookies for my roomates and I.

I love that my mom won't stop buying furniture for my house, even though I have absolutely nowhere to put it.

I love not seeing my roomate, Dana, for weeks at a time, then just sitting and talking to her for an hour when we finally happen to be in the same place--and awake--for a change.

I love that the three Dana's in my life (my sister, my roomate, my co-worker) all have the same middle name: Christine.

I love that Robin Washut loves Three Six Mafia.

I love that Cessa will say absolutely anything, from telling people she has AIDS, to wishing that sorority girls get raped.

I love getting random MySpace messages that say, "Hey. You're that dreadhead kid I always see downtown riding his bike!"

I love talking with Tabitha about BOYS.

I love almost everything that Billy DeFrain writes.

I love free cookies at Chi Omega after the football games.

I love that my bank is next door to my job.

I love the timid Senshu exchange students I met who are too afraid to speak English to me when I bump into them on campus.

I love that Justin can do pullups using ONLY his middle fingers.

I love Rob Hunter's attitude toward everything.

I love falling asleep on couches, whether it's at the DN or my living room.

I love my front porch.

I love random encounters with old friends.

I love the info desk.

I love french toast flavored bagels with fat free cream cheese.

In fact, I love almost any food. Homemade vegetarian chili is up there near the top, though.

I love the time that Dr. Dreher said, while describing a movie, "Oh it just has this wonderful rape scene!"

I love Dr. Dreher's George Bush impersonation.

I love Hummus Wraps.

I love a good shower before the Friday night begins.

I love that Halloween is coming.

I probably love you.

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I'm going to stop this list before it gets too much longer. I'm feeling so good I could probably keep this going for pages and pages.