I love oatmeal with dinosaurs in it. I love watching differences in people; the way they chew, laugh, walk. I love extensive collections. I love when my brother tells me I’m a good big sister. I love that feeling right before a First Kiss. I love knowing the lines to Harry Potter and almost every Disney movie by heart. I love emptying out my inbox and outbox and trash can, so my entire mailbox is empty. I love that making this list caused others to make their own. I love the feeling I get when my gas-tank is on Full. I love Popeye and Where’s Waldo. I love my love list is longer than my hate. I love when people wave to you when you let them pull in front of you in traffic. I love quotes written in unexpected public places. I love the smell of heat. I love knowing such insanely random, extensive facts. I love paper snowflakes. I love that people just volunteer me for leadership positions. I love my father’s laugh. I love chocolate graham cracker sticks dipped in vanilla pudding. I love sidewalk chalk. I love jumping in raked leaves. I love puzzle pieces that look like little people. I love Sundays. I love listening to the sound of people breathing. I love how MySpace places an exclamation point after everything; “New Messages!”, as though they’re just as excited as we are. I love the idea a boy tossing rocks at my window at night. I love linear perspective. I love the sound of hair around yarn breaking. I love run-on sentences. I love short-cuts. I love the smell of fixer. I love making up stories about people around me, pretending I’ve known them all my life; I please myself with making everything as dramatic as possible. I love using a pen for all my writing until it runs out of ink. I love picking lint out of the dryer screen. I love registering for classes and planning several configurations of classes I want to take. I love catching palindromic, same-number, or new thousand mileages as they roll over. I love waking up a minute before my alarm. I love the excitement as the lights come down right before movie previews start. I love using a new toothbrush with new toothpaste for the first time. I love when my cat is yawning and I'll stick my finger in his mouth and he'll be like wtf when he chomps down. I love books with good first sentences. I love dark chocolate combined with mint. I love the way dogs shake themselves when they’re wet. I love very small, very feisty girl children. I love very small, very feisty elderly ladies. I love denim, wool and corduroy. I love maps of places in which I am traveling. I love bicycles built for two I love people who will park anywhere as long as they put the blinkers on. I love people who show up to costume parties dressed completely normal. I love when a girl makes a cute little pose just before someone takes a picture but then the camera doesn't work, and she's kind of stuck faking like that pose is normal.
I hate gummy candies. I hate that I can’t remember all the other things I hate. I hate that MySpace has the status, “Swinger” and says, “Who I’d like to meet”, rather than “whom”. I hate that I don’t know what REAL New York City pizza tastes like. I hate burned albums. I hate when the television’s too loud. I hate when music’s too soft. I hate censorship. I hate how alcohol, how partying, changes people. I hate when people post open-ended things like, “Ughhhh. I don’t know why I always put myself into these situations,” or, “I wish certain people would just get the hint.” I hate ignorance and blatant disregard for other’s opinions/lifestyle choices. I hate I haven’t anything to say these days. I hate feeling so worthless while filling out college applications. I hate that people only know me for my photography. I hate the little spasms my body has. I hate Dustin being so cruel to Dillin. I hate when people only put one space between sentences. I hate how when you look at a word for too long, it doesn’t look right. I hate how apathetic I’ve become recently. I hate when I can not find something, I know I just saw minutes before. I hate knowing people might be thinking something they aren’t saying. I hate bathing while it’s light outside. I hate going to the bathroom while the shower curtain is closed. I hate substituting the term “o.j.” for orange juice. I hate girls who wear shirts like "If you're cute I'm single". I hate that people think the world is so much different since 9/11. I hate people who say, "If they want to live here they need to learn our language". I hate messy desks. I hate that people act unoriginal just for the sake of being unoriginal. I hate people who mess up famous quotes. I hate easy-open resealable bags which are neither easy-open nor resealable. I hate when I somehow overlook an entire bag of frozen food, and it sits on the floor for eight hours. I hate girls who simultaneously wear backpacks and carry designer purses. I hate students who play the game "Whose Life Sucks More?" You know, the one that goes something like this: "Ugh, I have four finals this week." "Oh yeah? I have six finals and a 17-page essay this week." "Well I have eight finals, have to work 66 hours, and I look like a giant squid." I hate this game - I always lose because my life is perfect, woe is me. I hate people who try to be cool by telling you they used to be way into hard core drugs. I hate drivers in the right hand turn lane who don't turn when the light is red. I hate whoever created the Facebook group, "Our Shasta Boat Is Goin To Have More Kegs Than Your's- So Ha!" and the 32 people that joined-- I'm going to start a group called, "I passed third-grade phonics - so ha!" I hate "Brokeback Mountain" jokes, they're all the same: blah blah blah blah GAY COWBOYS!!-- time for a new movie to come out which challenges other stereotypes, like one about a fish who can't swim or a virginal sorority girl. I hate professors who hand out the syllabus the first day of class and then read super slowly through the entire thing.