I've been waiting for midnight.

Guys, I'm thankful that I still haven't been forced to see the last Twilight movie. (Or any of the other Twilight movies.)

I'm grateful for electric blankets since I still haven't coerced a certain male into cuddling with me.

I'm thankful that I'm not a vegetarian, because rib eye steak.

I'm grateful for Target; especially their clearance sections.

I'm thankful that my brother said today that he's happy I was born. That's practically him saying he loves me.

I'm grateful for brownies and mint chocolate chip ice cream.

And I'm thankful for Gerard Butler's bum and face and biceps. And the parts in between too.
And that wasn't meant to sound scandalous...

What are you thankful for?

temple trip.

Sno cones.
Balloons for the birthday boy.
Remember when I had a thirty minute crush on him? ... The Bishop?!?
Avril.
The Bachelorette. Charlie is mine.
Out-dancing the other vehicles.
Honking at the bride on the side of the road.
Photo-bombing wedding photos.
Ian offering his hand to each of the ladies as they walk down the stairs.
Being mistaken for fourteen-year-olds more than once.
Standing awkwardly in a towel waiting for a locker.
Tattoos at Pizza Hut. No unicorns -- boycotting from now on.
Successfully spilling water on four tables.
Singing happy birthday to Kyle.
Awkward silence when you realize that it is also another boy's birthday.
Second round of happy birthday, sung with shame.
Impromptu trip to WinCo for birthday cake.
Biting off the tip of an icing bottle to write Kyle's name on the cake.
Knowing that if Riley had come, he'd have had several weapons that would have done a better job.
Feeling like the worst friend ever when Kyle throws up the cake in the parking lot.
Watching a bird eat Kyle's puke.
Changing in a gas station parking lot.
Under the shirt slip drop.
Taylor Swift lip stick.
I'm marrying Chris Young.
"Woah! That is trendy!"
Random stop for the driver to reminisce.
Birthing babies.
I'm Sexy and I Know It.
Boyfriend.
Call Me, Maybe.
Changing lyrics to Taylor Swift songs so that they're about Ian.
Lightning storms.
Hiccup laughs.
Aching abs.
"Come to Jesus!"

i just have a lot of feelings...

Sometimes I forget that Josh Hutcherson will not fall in love with me. You don't need to remind me; if you try, I will eat you.

Sometimes I need to eat seven desserts in one sitting because I'm hormonal.

Sometimes I don't understand how nerd/blacklight can be considered a dance theme. I will dress accordingly anyway.

Sometimes I play board games with the sole purpose of making sure that that one obnoxious person loses.

Sometimes I get embarrassed for the guy in my ward who tried to pull a "John Tucker" using almost every line straight from the movie. Originality, that one has.

Sometimes I get the urge to garden and the urge to knit in the same moment and realize how quickly I am becoming an 80-year-old woman.

Sometimes I want to pee my pants when my BFF Jill tells me she bought me a birthday sash and tiara to wear when Zac Efron falls in love with me.

Sometimes I learn that eating four more pieces of licorice is not an adequate substitute for brushing my teeth.

Sometimes I stay up till five in the morning and then want to shoot myself when I remember that my BFF Jill is going to make me go to zumba in three hours.

Sometimes I love when my weekend starts early. Okay, all the time I love that.