Reasons Jessie is Cheerful:

[anotherusedpage]

Liverpool winning is almost the same as Arsenal winning.

Watching Monty Phython and the Holy Grail is almost the same as reading The Faerie Queene.

It's eighth week. Term finishes next in six days.

And I don't yet have the total ARGH omigodomigod everything is totally out of control feeling that usually builds up towards the end of term.

Or the ofuck ofuck ofuck get me out of here as quickly as possible feeling.

I'm looking forward to going home. But I don't hate Oxford/my course/myself/my life.

Did I mention the feeling stable and happy thing? I haven't felt crap since my last whingy post and that was on the 18th of Novemeber. More than two weeks ago. Since then I've been feeling - ok, with a slant towards good. This isn't a very good reason for feeling cheerful. It's about as productive as the fact that feeling depressed is depressing. But still.

Even things during that time which would normally have depressed me, didn't.

But on the other hand, it's not been manic eat too much drink too much spend too much bouncy bouncy bouncy over the top happy. It's been - contentment.

I'm looking forward to writing my advent calender.

opportunemoment is wonderful.

So is cottonwoolfairy and she got me the bestest birthday present in the whole wide world.

As did awroe - he got me mini footballers! That I can control myself gwahahaha. A teeny tiny game of table football, half the players in red, half in white. I squee every time I see it.

At this point I could descend into a Why I Love My Flist post. But... I think I won't, other than to say, thank you thank you thank you to all of you for being wonderful people.

Comments

[funnynamehere.livejournal.com]

"Liverpool winning is almost the same as Arsenal winning."

*De-friends*

[anotherusedpage.livejournal.com]

I know, I know. I'm terrible. Actually supporting a team that wins things goes very much against the grain for me. And while I hated watching them lose to Manu, my underdog thing is sometimes too strong for me. I do try to fight it :p

[cottonwoolfairy.livejournal.com]

We love you too. Well ... I can't actually speak for everybody else - but I love you too :)

[synergetic.livejournal.com]

I'm looking forward to going home. But I don't hate Oxford/my course/myself/my life.

(:D x 1000)

[celebelai.livejournal.com]

lol, true, and yet not true about the liverpool vs Arsenal winning-thing. I love Arsenal, and I love Liverpool, but Arsenal is my team. Like I said to my dad today when I was screaming at the tv when mellor scored"If Liverpool were playing any team other than Arsenal, I would have been jumping for joy for them to get such a late, late winner, but since they were playing against Arsenal, I was very, very pissed off". I suppose it was helped by the fact that Arsenal(except for a couple of bits of brilliance by Henry as usual, and them working their arses off in the 2nd half, and it actually turning into a good game of football) the Gunners played like shit:( Liverpool did deserve to win, I'm just annoyed at the way they won it...
Supporting underdogs is so my thing as well:) *huggles you*
Am v. glad you're in a "contented/cheerful"mood lately:) I don't know what it is about the world, and life in general over the past few years(other than that it's slowly degenerating into a great big depressing pile of shit...)but I never seem to be happy anymore. I mean really happy, like happy for no reason happy, that I used to be quite a lot before, and now..just...*woosh*
I suppose life really can get you down no matter where in the world you are..but I just have to say: You lucky, lucky duck for being able to study at Oxford:D (total dream school, geek that I am, in case you were wondering). Unfortunatley, living on the other side of the bloody Atlantic and having extremely overprotective parents aren't helping my case much.:(
Ack, I'm rambling again...
Better shut up now, but am applauding you for being able to be cheerful in this spiraling mess that is life:D
Wooo!for cynicism:Plol

[dyddgu.livejournal.com]

Watching Monty Phython and the Holy Grail is almost the same as reading The Faerie Queene.

But it's even more like reading Malory...!
(and, when you realise that Terry Jones did the Oxford English course, you understand why completely...) :-)