Kurt Vonnegut & Happiness

Kurt Vonnegut has been on my mind a good deal today. (Yes, I will admit, I found this picture on Pinterest... but that shouldn't diminish its value) 

When am I happy? Well lets see. Today I woke up, rolled over, and stared at the clock to realize that I could go pee and crawl back under the sheets--being that it was 5:45am. Though early, that made me happy. I  got to sleep for another hour! After eating a banana, I headed to the gym with mama. Running on that treadmill, jamming to "You Make Me Want To" by Luke Bryan, I probably looked extremely stupid, but I couldn't stop smiling. Endorphins do amazing things; they can even trick you into enjoying a workout (well that and being early enough that I was half asleep, any pain I was experiencing was numbed).

Driving to Target, roaming the aisles, and finding the perfect top for this weekend makes me extremely happy (happier than it probably should make me), up until I get to the cash register. That part stinks. But hey. $14.99 for a top really isn't that much... its the other essentials on my shopping list that rack up the bill. Buying face wash, razors, shampoo, and deodorant do not make me happy. and they still cost me money. Then again, the effects of these products allow for happiness... For one, they allow me to enter society and not reek and nauseate those around me. This allows me to visit my boyfriend and not have him think "Is that pile of festering dirt, oil, and grease my girlfriend? Ew." And when my boyfriend is happy to see me (smelling nice and sans greasy hair), I am happy.

And what makes me buttloads of happy? Guess where I'm going to be this weekend? That's right! You're so smart. I'm going to Beaver County to see that special boy who enjoys my cleanliness, Michael Girata! Buttloads of happy right there.

P.S. Kurt Vonnegut seems like a pretty smart dude. I might pick up Slaughterhouse-Five. All thanks to Pinterest. Thank you, Pinterest.