Cooking: Roasted artichokes! Have you roasted an artichoke yet? DO IT! Go now! No, wait. Finish reading this post, then go.
Reading: Ender's Game by Orson Scott Card. I really didn't think I'd like it, but the plot sucked me in pretty quickly.
Wanting: One million dollars. Okay, two. No, four! Now I'm just getting greedy.
Looking: for a volunteer group to work with in DC. Preferably one that deals with teaching English. Or teaching computer skills. Or maybe cuddling puppies.
Playing: way too much 2048. So aggravating. My high score is only 5436 because I have no strategy whatsoever.
Wasting: away again in Margaritaville?
Wishing: for warm, sunny, spring weather before the dreadful DC summer hits.
Enjoying: being warm inside on this gloomy, rain-soaked night.
Waiting: for the weekend. We're going camping at Assateague for the first time! Ponies!
Liking: a big bowl of banana oatmeal every morning. This week I added pecans to the mix. I like it.
Wondering: how much de-barkinization is and if Henry's a viable candidate.
Hoping: the rain just magically floats away in the night.
Marveling: at how great my newly-prescribed allergy medications are working for me. I can breathe! In April! Unheard of.
Needing: a dark chocolate bar the size of my head.
Smelling: my new coconut candle from Michael's. It makes me want a piña colada in the worst way.
Wearing: Oh, lordy. Sweat pants with paint all over them, one of Sam's old t-shirts, and a striped long-sleeved shirt that I've had since undergrad. Vagabond mode: activate.
Following: the current season of The Voice. And I'm barely even ashamed.
Noticing: how long my hair is getting! I've been growing it out (with trims here and there) for almost 3 years since I had a pixie cut of sorts (you can see that unfortunate situation here).
Knowing: I shouldn't eat popcorn, but wanting it anyway.
Thinking: maybe I'll go neon with the clock. Or maybe floral. Stripes?
Feeling: really bad for the tornado victims. Tornadoes suck. I hate tornadoes.
Bookmarking: research on intuitive eating, one of the few weight loss paths I haven't yet researched.
Opening: uhhh, my heart? Tooooo the song of the earth? Yeah. Pocahontas style. Colors of the wind, yo.
Giggling: at Sam and her Adam Levine obsession. Girl's got it bad.
Feeling: cold. I'm so cold, Jack.
This new twist on the old thing is inspired by Sydney over at The Day Book.