ten things i hate about you

I hate the way you talk to me,

And the way you cut your hair.

I hate the way you drive my car,

I hate it when you stare.

I hate your big dumb combat boots,

And the way you read my mind.

I hate you so much it makes me sick,

It even makes me rhyme.

I hate the way you’re always right,

I hate it when you lie.

I hate the way you make me laugh,

Even worse when you make me cry.

I hate it when you’re not around,

And the fact that you didn’t call.

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you,

Not even close, not even a little bit, not even at all.

i feel like going through a chick flick marathon. i don’t even know why i like those type of movies. they make me laugh. they make me cry. they make me go aw… and they make me wish. why couldn’t this ever happen to me. they’re so fake. so predictable. so unrealistic. still… a girl can dream. 😛

RAVE// feeling better. THANK YOU alchoholic cold medicine!

RANT// feeling un-inspired. YOU! do my SAT homework!

i took out the eye-candy. all those hot guys were hogging up my web space. ::cry:: i need a new host.. or maybe just a second one.