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Grinning like a necrophiliac in a morgue.
Too excited to be genuinely happy
Happy,Free,Confused,Lonley at the same timeTime-- Taylor Swift
A whizzpopper!" cried the BFG, beaming at her. "Us giants is making whizzpoppers all the time! Whizzpopping is a sign of happiness. It is music in our ears! You surely is not telling me that a little whizzpopping if forbidden among human beans?
I'm really fun. I'm ridiculously fun. I hope I'm infectiously fun.
The way he teased me made me feel tingly and giggly, like I'd had champagne for breakfast.
Grand. There's a word I really hate. It's a phony. I could puke every time I hear it.
If I hear the word 'perky' again, I'll puke.
When I was younger, I was always described as happy-go-lucky.
Happier than a bird with a french fry.
Happyish. Well, happyish isn't so bad.'
'It's the most we can hope for.
I was too jitterbuggy happy to sleep, and the whole day kept playing in my brain's little screening room.
genuine excitement
I'm not very happy idle.
As pissed as a fart in a vacuum cleaner.
I am giddy, expectation whirls me round.
The imaginary relish is so sweet
That it enchants my sense.
Stunned cannot adequately describe how I feel right now. I am bursting with emotion - a volcanic mixture of happiness and sadness and adoration -
I'm a happy-go-lucky guy.
I'd forgotten how exuberant you are
Beware of giggle grins; they are highly contagious.
I've always been pretty energetic.
Growlery. When I am out of humour, I come and growl here.
astonished-looking eyes.
Whatever, Sam.
Whatever! Sam laughed, a booming guffaw. I love this word. It is my favorite from your generation.Decker smiled, unable to keep a straight face when Sam looked so awkward laughing.
His conversation was marked by its happy abundance.
Gigi is my perfect partner. She's my best friend. She's the most fun of anyone I know, and she's also the kindest and most tolerant person.
I reel in an uncanny intoxication of emotions, on minute bewildered and then frightened then the next, I swing from exhaustion to mania, from depression to tranquility and beneath it all, excitement fizzes as if my blood is filled with gas.
I'm a little bit drifty. I'm a little bit all over the place.
She giggled in a goofy way when she was amused or embarrassed. She felt awkward around popular people, and couldn't figure out whether she was good-looking or freakishly ugly, because she often felt both within the space of an hour.
Busy? The word loses all meaning under the canopy of this sky.
Pigmy Pouters', Malory replied. 'Feisty ones!' Gansey mouthed Blue at Adam. Adam let out a little wail of helpless laughter.
Intoxicating" - Shannon
I could do with a bit more excess. From now on I'm going to be immoderate
and volatile
I shall enjoy loud music and lurid poetry. I shall be rampant.
Oh, my giddy aunt!
I'm feeling grand. I'm on a rollercoaster only going up.
I am incredibly jammy. I really am.
I'm always smiling and happy.
a glorious laughing ecstasy of rage.
I am flushed and warm.
I think I may be enormous,
I am so stupidly happy,
My wellingtons
Squelching and squelching through the beautiful red.
I'm surprised I could actually talk with how much I was grinning.
You don't say words like 'gig', lady."
"My man's a biker. Shit rubs off.
I am consumed by love.
I'm very naturally happy, quirky and positive.
sometimes decided to be truculent and unyielding, like a grouchy toddler -
behaving in an almost giddy fashion, some slathering on sunscreen in
Dizzied, thrilled, depressed by remembering ...
Very active in the label, maybe to a fault sometimes.
I'm feeling particularly good and wicked at the moment.
She's a mess of gorgeous chaos.
His smile is laced with dynamite.
Of course I'm funky like fat people having intercourse.
Basically, the funk is stuck in your teeth ... so get the dental floss.
What's shaking, Gatorbait?
Always just pleasant. Never overexcited. Never, in fact, excited at all. Just pleasant, which is simply another word for nice.
She's no flibberti-gibberti mamzell, but a whir-stir-get-lost-sir bundla dynamite!
I'm showbiz-fat. It's so funny, in all the reviews that I read, no one wants to use the word 'fat' as an adjective. So I have to deal with 'dimpled-kneed,' 'hefty,' 'plus-sized,' the most obscure words you can imagine.
The word rattled in my head like rocks in an oatmeal box.
Mrs. Sliderskew was in an ecstasy of delight, rolling her head about, drawing up her skinny shoulders, and wrinkling her cadaverous face into so many and such complicated forms of ugliness, as awakened the unbounded astonishment and disgust even of Mr. Squeers.
excitement in her stomach.
I've never seen a Lindy Hopper who wasn't smiling. It's a happy dance. It makes you feel good.
His eyes glittered, like a starving man looking at a Big Mac.
Stark raving mad.
Busy, curious, thirsty fly, Drink with me, and drink as I.
Words cannot express how pissed off I am. I am going to have to invent a new word to explain how angry I am. Karflagled. I am so karflagled off at you right now!" "See,
To be excited is still to be unsatisfied.
Jerry and I always felt that the character was enjoying himself. He was having fun: he wasn't taking himself seriously. It was always a lark for him, as you can see in my early drawings.
Upped but mentally disjointed.
People are quite frequently eccentric.
She was drunk, and silly, and so full of the glory of being young and alive and in the capital of the world that she could hardly contain herself.
Green tree. Pretty lady. Car. Car. Truck," she recites, naming out loud almost everything she sees. "Don't mind me, I'm a gabberbox," she chuckles. "A gabberbox?" I ask, confused at her term. "You know, hon, I talk a lot," she explains before breaking into a laugh that is eerily familiar.
I'm pretty chirpy. I can talk a little too much smack.
One's pretty lively when ruined.
Looking back at my career, if there's one word that most people use to describe me, it's intense.
Boogey boogey boogey
A 'naughty pickle' is how I'd best describe myself. I think fun and laughter is the whole point of life.
My mind was a blithering gush, a pandemonium of rhapsodic thoughts.
striving for fabulousness.
We're going to have ourselves one hell of a Ruckus, said Smokey with a grin that went quite beyond the boundaries of mischief and right into the realm of delinquency.
Pigpen grins like a crazy man.
My Mommy likes to wiggle And it really makes me giggle. The music keeps her moving And she's smiling as she's grooving.
She goes...Wiggle, wiggle to the left; wiggle to the right, Wiggle, wiggle, jiggle, jiggle - Dancing through the night...
Crazy like a fox.
So thirsty I could lick a monkey's balls.
I'm fat. I'm happy. I'm insecure. I'm bold.
He that is giddy thinks the world turns round.
I should hardly call her a lively girl - she is very earnest, very eager in all she does - sometimes talks a great deal and always with animation - but she is not often really merry.
You're fun to look at," decided Galinda.
Boq's face fell. "Fun?" he said.
I'd give a lot to achieve fun," Elphaba said. "The best I usually hope for is stirring, and when people say that they're usually referring to digestion-
I am trying really hard not to use the word 'fabulous' right now.
I's wicked I is. I's mighty wicked; anyhow I can't help it.
Like you. Like I can't get enough." "My insatiable little slut.
She is deranged," I said, "but so so playful.
As I sometimes do when I'm overwhelmed, I started to giggle like a maniac.
I feel myself quite wild with excitement.
She laughs frequently and wildly and with a sort of precocious, tragic abandon.
I'm a gung-ho guy.
A fat man is never so happy as when he is describing himself as robust.
Busy, busy, busy.
Because of her frenetic nature and dancing mind, she chatted up a storm with the subjects she interviewed, who ended up overwhelmed or intimidated. Or captivated.
I'm not pert and perky anymore - when you're over 60, it's 'feisty.'
Happier than a cat in a Peruvian fish market.
I've got such a disgusting, wide, smug grin on my face all the time that my friends just want to slap me. I've never been so happy.
It was like smiling at a gargoyle.