Another thread I read recently asked the question "What are some things that make you happy?" I think that's a good question to ask yourself every now and then, so what you got? I have an embarrassingly long list, it seems. 
Cats.
Hanging out with my friends at Sonic when it's below freezing.
A good workout.
Learning how to kill people with one finger.
Writing.
And also finishing something I've been writing.
Rain on a tin roof.
Mountain air, ocean air, night air.
Oxygen.
Reading a new book.
Reading an old book.
A good-natured arguement.
Being proven right.
Horror movies that actually make me jump - and laugh.
Falling asleep listening to Shinedown.
Waking up listening to Shinedown.
Turning the volume up to the max on my mp3 player when no one else is home.
Dancing around the kitchen.
Pizza.
Chocolate.
My Aussie internet-mom and sister.
My biological family.
Intelligent people having intelligent discussions.
Stupid people having stupid discussions.
Mythbusters.
Weird Al.
The sound of my brother's laugh.
Inside jokes.
Smartass comments.
Being awake all night.
My godfather. Enough said.
The phrase, "You'll never take me alive, copperrr!"
Shel Silverstein.
Idiots who think they're so smart, when they make idiots of themselves.
Earrings shaped like swords.
Pretending to be emo.
Parodies.
Kazoos.
Xyzlophones.
Star Trek.
Harrison Ford.
Ceramic figurines.
Learning up on obscure things that no one else knows about.
Quote that make no sense out of context.
Vampires.
Being told I'm weird enough to "break the universe."
Having a name that is unusual but not too bizarre.
Asian guys with spiky hair.
Having a song name or lyrics for every situation.
People who actually comprehend my brand of humor.
Melodrama.
Ignorance.
The seven deadly sins.
People who cheerfully defy society's norm.
Daydreaming.
Nightdreaming.
Crying.
Being alive.
Having brown eyes and brown hair.
Surprising people.
The fact that I can come up with so much that makes me happy.
Cats.
Hanging out with my friends at Sonic when it's below freezing.
A good workout.
Learning how to kill people with one finger.
Writing.
And also finishing something I've been writing.
Rain on a tin roof.
Mountain air, ocean air, night air.
Oxygen.
Reading a new book.
Reading an old book.
A good-natured arguement.
Being proven right.
Horror movies that actually make me jump - and laugh.
Falling asleep listening to Shinedown.
Waking up listening to Shinedown.
Turning the volume up to the max on my mp3 player when no one else is home.
Dancing around the kitchen.
Pizza.
Chocolate.
My Aussie internet-mom and sister.
My biological family.
Intelligent people having intelligent discussions.
Stupid people having stupid discussions.
Mythbusters.
Weird Al.
The sound of my brother's laugh.
Inside jokes.
Smartass comments.
Being awake all night.
My godfather. Enough said.
The phrase, "You'll never take me alive, copperrr!"
Shel Silverstein.
Idiots who think they're so smart, when they make idiots of themselves.
Earrings shaped like swords.
Pretending to be emo.
Parodies.
Kazoos.
Xyzlophones.
Star Trek.
Harrison Ford.
Ceramic figurines.
Learning up on obscure things that no one else knows about.
Quote that make no sense out of context.
Vampires.
Being told I'm weird enough to "break the universe."
Having a name that is unusual but not too bizarre.
Asian guys with spiky hair.
Having a song name or lyrics for every situation.
People who actually comprehend my brand of humor.
Melodrama.
Ignorance.
The seven deadly sins.
People who cheerfully defy society's norm.
Daydreaming.
Nightdreaming.
Crying.
Being alive.
Having brown eyes and brown hair.
Surprising people.
The fact that I can come up with so much that makes me happy.
