THE List

Here is the grand list of everything I like / don't like. The links will either take you to the thing (or what i was thinking of when i listed the thing), or to a subsequent list of some sort... if you want to know about the little bits that make who I am - read on.

i like...
The guy who’s the only one really laughing in the crowd; Adrian's stomach when he’s asleep on my pillow; York Peppermint Patties after eating crackers; the perfect mint chocolate chip ice cream from Baskin Robbins; potato bread; getting to the top of the tree; the typewriter click; Ford pickup trucks; Frank Sinatra; Chronic Apples and 4½; high soprano notes; dancing when no one's watching, really; Saturday Night Live's version of George Bush; Henry Stamper; crisp juicy apples; sleeping in skin; black and white versions; black and white photographs; black and white answers that don’t really exist; waking up at midnight and just having to write; getting a phone call when I’m halfway through with the laundry; spontaneity; gorgeous massive cats; dreams that make me forget I can be awake; shooting a gun; crunchy peanut butter and jelly sandwiches with chips, pickles, and bacon, all inside; really soft kisses; CONs and Unitarian Universalists (We're stackable!); smelling the wind from the bow of a sailboat; the Discovery channel; the very end of a really good book; finding song lyrics that fit exactly; finding jeans that fit exactly; learning the song so I can sing it in the shower; the end of a cross-country race; ancient thread-bare jeans I’m forbidden to wear; mountain lions and boys who remind me of them; scrambling through bushes; being hugged when I feel miserable; the bullfight in Madrid; the color orange; fresh shaven legs; waking up under trees; home, wherever it is; that spot where the lights are rigged to shine down on the stage; crawling in and out of windows; people as pillows; V-berths; the thought of dinosaurs; newspaper smell; being the new girl; getting the drip from the tub faucet to drip right between my toes; hot tubs in the snow; chewing coconut; campfires in the middle of the forest at night; the hot, dry, arid temperature in Madrid; little crabs under rocks; building forts out of pillows; legs; Dali; running in the rain; blazing fires; singing my voice sore; Jodi Foster; Tom Robbins' books; William S. Burroughs; perfectly clean lettuce on a hot day; tatziki; Tom Waits’ grinding voice; doing pushups till my claves shake; cat tongues; my father's sense of humour; world music that sounds so beautifully foreign; adrenaline; petting bumble bees that land on the grass; train sleeper cars; reggae music; waking up to a sunny morning, especially in January; translucent blue; cuddle puddles; Silver rings; trying to sing along to Björk music; cross country skiing; cross country running; finally understanding something in math; speaking Spanish with people who don’t understand English; making lists; talking with my mother at night; my brother’s cynical comments; shooting stars and sleeping on the lawn; duct tape; cardboard, especially from cereal boxes; the word "biblioteca;" sleeping in trucks; open ocean; when a song is so beautiful it makes me cry; 100 degree heat with no humidity; strong winterfresh gum that makes me feel like I just brushed my teeth; kissing people with tongue rings; super sturnal notches; the idea of political justice; just hearing the music; Human Behaviour; Chelsea Mornings; people who surprise me; that moment when you realize someone loves you as much as you love them; the Stanford campus; camping for life; stoned people; being in love with all of my friends; simplicity; feeling confident; Truth, Beauty, Freedom & Love; being surrounded by people who are smarter than I am; wearing my father’s humongous stretch pants; cat food; Rickie Lee Jones and Joni Mitchell; people like Amanda - the pine cones on the tents of the morning; heavy Hawaiian rain on a tin roofed shack; totally clear blue skies; having a knife ready just when I need it; silence; bedroom walls that scream, covered in posters and memories; leaving somewhere forever; the bright, wise smell of ancient books; picking sand from my scalp; purple-heart wood; “The too huge world vaulting us;” Canadian accents; Windows; really deep voices; being introduced to the beautiful music I haven’t found yet; the Clean Foods; intricate guitar playing; knowing he loves me; wonderfully smooth-writing black pens; Simba; guy's watches; razor blades; sex; coincidences with a bottom note of fate; whoppers; french fries with vanilla ice cream; their teeth; my name; writing the letters J and Z and the number 7; Lido; salty, salty crackers that cut my tongue; sucking the juice out of pickles; songs with potent memories attached; poetry in other languages; the thought of New York City; the way my voice sounds the night before I loose it completely; law and its immense power; really straight well cut lines; the therapeutic effect of a methodical art project; eating crackers in bed; San Francisco and all the head shops on Haight Street; Morning Morgantown; cold showers after running; turning off the overhead light from my bed; changing my handwriting; www.deviantart.com; blood oranges and wounded fruit; girls; Nalgene bottles; digital instant-satisfaction cameras; KrispyKreme; when hairdresser ladies wash my hair; new mechanical pencils; Smith College; HTML; voting; getting handmade CDs from people; boys who dance; boys who sing; glasses; invasive surgery; all of the wonderful statistical terms; my bombay baby; the Antiques Road Show; carrot cake; Dandelion Wine; collecting good quotes from good books; the CEDAR Academy and the EAST Project; clicky Erasers; cold water with ice cubes; hot dog buns; quality meat; Baku's list; having time to read just for fun; being free from home; finding home wherever I go; Cal; the seasons on the East Coast; waking up with a beautiful girl in my arms; soft music; theme songs; being able to feel myself running; short nails; Chicago; toys; sweaters and feeling warm in the snow; falling asleep wrapped in her arms; Saucony shoes; roses; clean spaces; the hidden gorgeous places on campus; passion; poems from loves with words that reach my heart; learning myself; crew (but not enough for 5am); the notes between cello strings and my stomach; design; Sessions House; tea; feeling responsible to myself alone; the depth and confusion of political science; mysterious professors; sore inner thighs; orgasm; the science library; my pride; being warm from the muscles out; my necklace; claiming queer; being comfortable in desire; being useful; Jim Henle's flowy brown correction pen; thinking of purpose; traveling with good people; the long thin dreads of a boy in O'Hare; her melted chocolate chip eyes; remembering Portland; the view of the city growing on Lake Shore Drive; being pleasantly surprised with class; packages; working; Martini; 'I like a woman who packs'; time to leave; feeling good in my body; feeling like I can help; the Penguin books with the orange spines; erotic thoughts; when people forgive me for social blunders; accentos Argentinos; African music

i don't like...
Gap commercials; Moby, except that one song; taking ten minutes to make the perfect sandwich then biting into it and realizing the bread is slightly moldy; Tommy Hilfiger; sitcoms and the endless buildup for season finales; Britney Spears and what she symbolizes; that sick feeling I get when it's really late or I wake up hungry at 1:30 on Sunday morning; tying shoelaces; velcro and the hair the gets stuck in it; mushy strawberries and mealy apples; dumb commercials; any commercials; that look little brothers give me when I walk out of a room with a boy; freaky Technicolor that makes me dizzy, like in South Pacific; playing crummy social games; dancing when someone's watching; paralyzing paper cuts; insomnia; sand I can't get out of my ears; soccer when my feet won't follow the ball; sore throats that burn; ornery hair with a mind of its own; eyeliner; mascara; lip stuff; explaining things; taking everything off the walls; game shows; double letters in words because I never get them right; slobbering dogs; Austin Powers; slimy eggs; dripping faucets; the smell of beer and cigarettes; how everything deadly seems to live in Australia; hot sticky heat that makes me feel as if I'm breathing the world's sweat; organized religion; fishing; Rosie O' Donnell; internet porn spam; regular Spam; easily amused people; "President" Bush; those mystery chocolates that end up tasting nasty; billboards; malls; the fact that I can't remember things; disappointing anyone; bumpy airplane rides; rap; the WWF; endlessly losing stuff; my brother's cynical comments; the stink from the paper plant; World’s Wildest Police Video shows; restrictions that make no sense; freezing-ass cold showers; public showers; the word "mucus;" empty rooms that echo loneliness; leaving my friends; slimy fat that drips from meat and into me; "primal sounds of organic rejection;" stuffy noses that strangle breath; Sponge Bob Square Pants; pop up porn windows that won't go away; that weird thing my brother does with his tongue; "attacking the day;" waking up; the thought of foot fungus; hangnails that I tear even when I know I shouldn't; evil mosquitoes; southern accents; being touched at all by people I don’t like; Macs and their strange absent task bar; beer; when people use single letters for words they could just spell out; mustard; finding wasps on my pillow; missing someone so much it makes me cry; how depressing the first paragraph of The House of Usher is; how terribly tongue tied I get on the phone with the people I desperately want to say everything to; how I write off feelings I'm not having at the moment; how cold my hands get when I'm typing; how little I feel when I look at the map; girls; trying to fold newspapers; standardized tests; meat; dog mouths; the kind of snow that cancels flights; the sound of charcoal on smooth paper; rough hands; being made to feel inadequate or unbeautiful; pretentious people; bad voices; uncomfort between two people who used to say 'I love you'; feeling secondary; my pride; really stupid questions in class; feeling like I'm wasting my time and opportunity; being cold in a piercing way; bad sore; overdrawing my account; the complications of livejournal; old pains; division and jealosy; giving up; feeling like I can't do something; self doubt; other people's boxes and not fitting; marachino cherries