enjoyments - a list:

and not because it's around thanksgiving, but because it's so much easier for me to make a list of things that piss me off or annoy me.

1. driving at night. even though the pleasure in the drive is in direct proportion to how good the music is i'm listening to, i'm lucky to have an ipod full of tunes which i adore - at least a week's worth of great music. okay, okay. at least four days of great music, but over a week's worth of stuff i'll listen to.

2. getting out of the shower, combing my hair and being done with it. it's notoriously true about me that everytime i go back to wichita to visit, i come back with my hair different. sometimes it's bleached. sometimes it's cut really short. sometimes it's permed or sometimes i have bangs. this time, i permed my hair straight (yes, you absolutely can do that) and had my mom cut it in a bob. the beautiful thing about it being permed straight is that i don't even have to blow-dry it or use a flat iron on it in the mornings if i don't feel like it and/or don't have time. the latter being the most likely.

3. reading books with friends simultaneously. i've wanted to try this several times, but either the timing was off, or i felt silly asking. chris and i were driving somewhere at some point when i was home (i'm SO DEFINITIVE!) and he asked me if i'd ever thought about doing that. in my head, i did this stupid little wiggle-dance of joy, because i'd been wanting to ask him to try it, but felt imposing. we read several chapters of perelandra by cs lewis and it was a great way to spend the time.

4. smokin' a hookah! my [young, underage] cousin brought his hookah over for thanksgiving, at my request. i had never smoked one before and didn't feel like paying an obscene amount of money to smoke at a bar if i was going to hate it. in reality, it was something i would do again and, in my opinion, much less harsh than cigars or cloves. and, the hookah itself was green, which helped. : )

a snippet of interesting conversation which occurred when the smoking of previously mentioned hookah was going on:
darlene [my grandfather's vindictive bitch of a replacement wife]: what is that?
stewart [underage cousin]: it's a hookah pipe. they smoke them in the middle east as part of rituals and just for relaxation. it's an ancient technique that's been around for a very long time.
darlene: oh. are you middle eastern?
stewart: well, no.
darlene: *smug bitch smile*
*beat*
me: but i am! surprise!

she went back into the house after that. smug bitch. i want to smack her in her smug, cheating bitch face. it's strange how much more i came to loathe her after my grandma passed away. it was no big secret that my grandfather and darlene were cheating on their mutual spouses with each other long before either of them were available. and yes, i know my grandpa is just as culpable as darlene for their infidelity, but it's so much easier to forgive him than her.

probably because he's not a pretentious, hateful bitch.