Post 91: Inspirational Speeches

I don't mean the kind of speech that puts you to sleep feeling fuzzy at night.
I mean the kind of speech that makes you want to take a stand for something you believe in.

The kind of speech that speaks not only to your mind, but to your heart.

The ones that resonate somewhere deep inside you and take root in your soul and refuse to not be heard.

Post 90: Friends in far-off places

When they come back in town, it gives you a reason to blow normal schedules out of the water and do something different for a bit.
They're friends, which are good things.
And.. yes.

Post 89: Chicken Noodle Soup

I think most people have a Chicken Noodle Soup memory.
A Chicken Noodle Soup memory is one in which you were sick. Probably as a child.
And your dear, loving mother brought you hot chicken noodle soup.
And you had it.
And you felt like you were drinking the love of your mother who made soup for you because you were sick.

It's a really great kind of memory to have.
Sometimes I forget to remember my memories like that.

Post 88: Disposable cameras

A story from my life:

Once, I went to Kansas on a school trip.
I know, I know, it doesn't sound all that great. But it was. Before this trip, I bought a small plastic thing known as a "disposable camera."
I took many a picture with that device.
And then, one day, it disappeared.
I never got to see all those pictures I took.
And I haven't bought another cheap, disposable camera since.

But I'm still grateful for the novelty and wonder they bring in to the lives of the people around me.

Post 87: The Waltz

It's such an amazing dance.
Easy to get the basics, hard to get great at. It's a very rewarding challenge.
I love it.

Post 86: Speed Dial

Sometimes it's the really little things that we forget about.
With speed dial, we save an entire second and a half (at most) of time wasted dialing the number of a good friend or acquaintance.

Post 85: Colors

There's a story behind this post. It involves colored powder being thrown everywhere.
Including my eyes and mouth.

It involves a feeling of happiness and joy pervading the air about me.

And it's great.

Post 84: Magic

There are many different ways you could interpret what I mean by magic.

I could mean a card game.

I could mean a hobby that involves blowing peoples' minds.

I could mean the moments that make me thin reality is changed.

I could mean hugs.

I could mean a lot of things.

And I do.

Post 83: Calendars

Im not going to write a post about calendars.
But I am grateful for them.

Post 82: Trombones

When I was younger, I had a friend whose older brother played the trombone.
It fascinated me. It was big, shiny, and sounded different when you moved your hand along it.
Ever since the age of 4, I get a little bit excited at the sight of a trombone.
They're just... cool!

Post 81: Headphones

They play glorious music in mine ears.

Post 80: Free Writing Software

Sometimes wen I have a sudden urge to write something, there is not a notepad to be found within a 79-mile radius of my location.
Luckily for me, my laptop is usually close at hand, with all of its beautiful free writing software just begging to be used.

Post 79: My Ankles

They let my foot have a wide range of motion, and seriously, I would hate my life if I didn't have that capability.
Allow me to explain.
I dance.
Ballroom, clogging, and ballet.
See?
I need my ankles.
I love my ankles.

Thank you, ankles.

Post 78: Globes

Globes are spherical maps of the planet Earth.

They generally are attached at two points to a rim, allowing them to spin around. This offers hours of entertainment for children, and allows people who actually care to see everything on the surface of the plastic.
Beautiful things, globes.

Post 77: Mexican Food

Tacos, burritos, enchiladas... YUM.
I'm grateful for Mexican food and its deliciousness.

Post 76: The Printing Press

They make books, which are a rather vital part of my life.

Post 75: Crayons

This post has a bit of personal story behind it that I'm not completely comfortable posting about.
Let's just say that due to a hotel, some crayons, a freeway, and a Little Mermaid coloring book, my day yesterday took a very unexpected and very wonderful turn.
And so it happened that I became very grateful for crayons.

Post 74: Lungs

Lungs are very important things.
Without them, I'd be dead.
I think that warrants thankfulness, wouldn't you say?

Post 73: Classic Franchises

The Muppets, for example.
There's just no other word to describe them.
Classic.

Post 72: Zippers

They make a satisfying zipping sound, and hold two sides of something together. Yay!

Post 71: Blue Skies

Today I went on a walk.

The skies were clear and blue, the sun was shining, and my neighbors were out and about as well on account of the beautiful weather.

What a wonderful place I live in.
I don't always appreciate I as much as I should.
But today I got to.
I even drew a witch with some sidewalk chalk.

Post 70: The Little Mermaid

This is a bit of a private joke, but it's one that I'm very grateful for in my life. The Little Mermaid brought an imaginary friend of mine to life, and it was a wonderful moment for me.

Post 69: Cauliflower Soup

I wouldn't have thought it would be tasty.
But it was wonderfully delicious.
And now I'm going to want more for the rest of my life.

Post 68: Books

When you have nothing to do, or something else to do that you'd rather not do, books are a wonderful thing to turn to.
Take today, for example.

I'm sick. Quite sick. But since I didn't have to go to school, I got to lie on the couch with a horrible headache, a seeming inability to breathe, and pain all over my body in general, and read the last 300 pages of Brandon Sanderson's The Way of Kings for the second time.

Brilliant use of time, methinks.

Now that I have posted about being grateful for a distraction from sickness, I'm going to go take some kind of medicine. Again.

Post 67: Ping-Pong

It's a great game.
It makes me feel happy. The ball makes such a cheerful sound as it gets bopped from one side of the table to other.
No other game sounds so pleasant as you play it.
'Tis a fact.

Post 66: Forgotten Photos

Today I stumbled across a treasure trove of lovely memories.
Fake mustaches, Harry Potter-esque jokes, and pyjamas.
A very large grin spread across my life at that moment.
I hope you will one day experience the feeling you get when going through photos you've forgotten about.

Post 65: Experienced Mentors

Sometimes, I decide to try new things.
Often, when I do so, I go to the internet for help. But it can only do so much.
When I turn to someone I know who has had lots of experience with whatever it is I'm doing, however, they can answer specific questions I have, and teach me so much more than random websites scattered across the interwebs.
Yay for people with experience!

Post 64: Taco Soup

Sent straight from Heaven itself, this soup will forever and always remain among my absolute favorite things to eat.

Post 63: Dark Chocolate

Story time!

Once upon a time there was a young lad named ASL, and he hated dark chocolate.

Then one day, he went to Switzerland!

While in Switzerland, he bought lots and lots...

LOADS....

TONS....

Of MILK CHOCOLATE.

He loved milk chocolate. He ate it all the time.

And in one night, he ate the lots and lots...

The loads...

THE TONS

Of milk chocolate.

And he got sick.

He would look at milk chocolate and say "No! Not more milk chocolate! It's far too sweet!"

He would go to the sweet shop, and say "All of this is far too sugary for my tastes. If I eat any of this, my tongue shall fall off, and I will be sick forever."

But one day, his father offered him a piece of very, very, very dark chocolate.

At first, ASL thought "Ew! Dark chocolate! It is gross and bitter!"

But then he realized...

"If I don't like sweet things anymore, maybe bitter will actually taste good to me now!"

So he tried a little bit.

And...


....

"I LOVE IT!" He shouted. "I love it so much I will always eat dark chocolate whenever I can!"

"It's delicious!"

"It's so bitterly fantastic!"

"YUM."

And then, one day, he got sick because of eating too much dark chocolate.

He learned that too much sweet sugar will make you want something bitter, and choosing only the bitter things will make you crave sweetness.

And now he eats both milk chocolate and dark chocolate.

The End.

Post 62: Superman

I'm actually not a huge fan of Superman. But I have a certain respect for him, and he is the inspiration for many other suer-heroes and characters that I do love.
So I suppose I'm grateful for him, even if it is a rather indirect kind of gratefulness.

Post 61: Rubber Bands

What would we do without them?