I like a lot of things. And when I really, really like something, I get very, very passionate about it. When I get passionate, I get excited, and when I get excited, I get loud. And when I get loud, well...it gets really hard to shut me up.
But there are some things I love a lot that I'm very quiet about. These things are simple, small, everyday things that I don't really think about, until I see them and think, Holy CRAP I love this so much!
These things include, but are not limited to:
1. The light of a Christmas tree in a dark room.
2. The satisfaction of having perfectly wrapped a gift.
3. A blue, cloudless sky.
4. The first snowfall of the year, and all the magic it brings.
5. The satisfaction of singing "I'll Make a Man Out of You" from Mulan. (Especially when you imitate all the different voices.)
6. Cheesecake. Just cheesecake.
7. Spinning around the room in a brand new dress, because screw all of you I'll be a princess if I want.
8. Singing in the shower (but only when no one is home, because I'm not very good).
9. The feeling of wearing brand new clothes for the first time.
10. When you look in the mirror partway through the day and your hair is on freaking point.
11. The wear and tear on a favourite book.
12. When you accidentally draw a perfectly straight line.
13. When the pages of a book absorb your very consciousness and you just can't put it down.
14. When the day ends and you can't help but feel proud because of all you accomplished.
15. A really good, really long hug.
16. The smell of a new (or old) book.
17. When you find the literal perfect song for how you're currently feeling.
18. Blizzards and/or thunderstorms.
19. Blankets and hot chocolate.
20. Pumpkin. Pumpkin everything.
What are some of your favourite things?
Until later,
- Justyne
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Thursday, September 8, 2016
Saturday, September 3, 2016
IT'S THE MOST WONDERFUL TIME OF YEAR (BEDS 003)
YES, SIR, FRIENDS, YOU HEARD RIGHT! There are now only ONE HUNDRED AND TWELVE DAYS UNTIL CHRISTMAS!
I do this every year. Y'all already know this. The second my birthday passes, I whip old the 'ol Santa hat and start blasting those Christmas carols nonstop through to December 25th. (Except not really, because I think my roommates would probably kick me out, and I rather like having a roof over my head.)
What is it about Christmas that motivates me to drive everyone around me insane? It's the jingle bells, the jolly tunes, the cool crisp air that comes as the season draws closer. It's the first blanket of snow on a quiet morning, the sparkle of streelights against the frozen crystals after the sun sets. It's the way the night sky looks before snowfall--like dawn is fast approaching, when it's still several hours away. It's the satisfaction of a perfectly wrapped present, the glitter that covers my desk after writing out a hundred cards. It's the light of a Christmas tree, the warmth of hot chocolate under a heavy blanket, the fuzzy Christmas specials that air every year.
It's the excitement. It's coming upstairs on Christmas morning to my little sister perched eagerly in front of Santa's gifts. It's the mad rush of decorating sugar cookies, and inadvertently covering every square inch of the kitchen table in icing. It's the quiet peace of Christmas afternoon, when the madness is over and all that's left is the company of your loved ones. It's the joy of seeing your favourite people light up at the sight of the Perfect Gift.
Christmas is and probably always will be my favourite time of year--the day I lose my Christmas spirit is the day humanity has lost all glimmer of hope. Until then, I will continue to count down the days in my overly-eager anticipation.
And you'll stick around and enjoy it, because you don't have a choice.
Until later,
- Justyne
I do this every year. Y'all already know this. The second my birthday passes, I whip old the 'ol Santa hat and start blasting those Christmas carols nonstop through to December 25th. (Except not really, because I think my roommates would probably kick me out, and I rather like having a roof over my head.)
What is it about Christmas that motivates me to drive everyone around me insane? It's the jingle bells, the jolly tunes, the cool crisp air that comes as the season draws closer. It's the first blanket of snow on a quiet morning, the sparkle of streelights against the frozen crystals after the sun sets. It's the way the night sky looks before snowfall--like dawn is fast approaching, when it's still several hours away. It's the satisfaction of a perfectly wrapped present, the glitter that covers my desk after writing out a hundred cards. It's the light of a Christmas tree, the warmth of hot chocolate under a heavy blanket, the fuzzy Christmas specials that air every year.
It's the excitement. It's coming upstairs on Christmas morning to my little sister perched eagerly in front of Santa's gifts. It's the mad rush of decorating sugar cookies, and inadvertently covering every square inch of the kitchen table in icing. It's the quiet peace of Christmas afternoon, when the madness is over and all that's left is the company of your loved ones. It's the joy of seeing your favourite people light up at the sight of the Perfect Gift.
Christmas is and probably always will be my favourite time of year--the day I lose my Christmas spirit is the day humanity has lost all glimmer of hope. Until then, I will continue to count down the days in my overly-eager anticipation.
And you'll stick around and enjoy it, because you don't have a choice.
Until later,
- Justyne
Monday, September 29, 2014
Forever (Micro-Fiction Monday) (BEDS #29)
There was a gentle snowfall that morning. The sun hadn’t
risen yet; not like he would have been able to tell through the cloudy skies,
anyway. It was so early that the buses hadn’t started for the day yet, and
although he tried to hail a taxi, he had had little luck. So he ran.
Running
in the winter is an act that requires a lot of talent. It was the middle of the
season; the snow on the sidewalk had long since been packed down, trampled by
the hundreds of thousands of feet that had taken the same path before him. It
made the ground beneath his boots uneven. His feet slipped and slid on the ice,
his balance threatening to give out.
But still,
he would not be deterred. He only had one chance, and he was running out of
time.
The
wind felt like a whip against his unprotected face. His nose and ears were
numb, and every inch of his uncovered skin felt stiff in the cold. The cold air
went right through his jeans, which cooled his legs down more than they warmed
him up. He couldn’t feel his toes anymore.
The light
of the train station in the winter morning was like seeing an oasis in the desert—but
hearing the sharp whistle of the train sounded more like the sound a heart
monitor makes after death. Gone.
He
picked up his pace. He didn’t slow down as he burst through the windowed doors,
not even has the snow caked on the bottom of his boots sent him sliding halfway
to the platform. He rounded the corner, just as the tail end of the train
vanished out of sight completely.
She was
gone…forever.
~~
Until later,
- Justyne
Saturday, September 28, 2013
Christmas (WFMAD Day 28)
I am in such a big Christmas mood right now that I can't even handle it.
As I've mentioned briefly before (and as a good 90% of you will already know), I love Christmas. So much. I love absolutely EVERYTHING about it; the movies and TV specials, the music, the whole general atmosphere that surrounds that special time of year. I love decorating the tree and just about every other square inch of the house, and I love watching as the multi-coloured lights outside twinkle and sparkle against the ten feet of pure white snow that falls over Manitoba every year.
It is FANTASTIC.
As you can see, I get into the Christmas spirit really really early. I start obsessively counting down the days, and annoyingly blaring assorted Christmas music out of my speakers and throughout the house, and I just get super excited. I'm basically like a kid on Christmas morning...three months before Christmas morning.
The only problem with getting into the spirit so early is that no one else is getting into it. Aside from a couple of my friends (TAYLOR AND WENDY YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING), everyone gets annoyed when I start talking about Christmas in September.
But I just can't help it! I love it that much! I mean, not even the gift shopping gets me stressed out, because I genuinely LOVE planning and buying and wrapping everyone's gifts.
I think I'll end this now, before I start annoying you guys, too. Instead, I'll sit in my room, overly excited for a date that's still 87 days away (87!) and listen to Christmas music like it's already December.
Hey, on the plus side, it gets me in a good mood. :)
Until later,
- Justyne
As I've mentioned briefly before (and as a good 90% of you will already know), I love Christmas. So much. I love absolutely EVERYTHING about it; the movies and TV specials, the music, the whole general atmosphere that surrounds that special time of year. I love decorating the tree and just about every other square inch of the house, and I love watching as the multi-coloured lights outside twinkle and sparkle against the ten feet of pure white snow that falls over Manitoba every year.
It is FANTASTIC.
As you can see, I get into the Christmas spirit really really early. I start obsessively counting down the days, and annoyingly blaring assorted Christmas music out of my speakers and throughout the house, and I just get super excited. I'm basically like a kid on Christmas morning...three months before Christmas morning.
The only problem with getting into the spirit so early is that no one else is getting into it. Aside from a couple of my friends (TAYLOR AND WENDY YOU GUYS ARE AMAZING), everyone gets annoyed when I start talking about Christmas in September.
But I just can't help it! I love it that much! I mean, not even the gift shopping gets me stressed out, because I genuinely LOVE planning and buying and wrapping everyone's gifts.
I think I'll end this now, before I start annoying you guys, too. Instead, I'll sit in my room, overly excited for a date that's still 87 days away (87!) and listen to Christmas music like it's already December.
Hey, on the plus side, it gets me in a good mood. :)
Until later,
- Justyne
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