Joke me something awful just like kisses, on the necks of 'just friends"

So..
[There are 19 pictures in this post so watch out for your download limit. You have been warned.]
I have a tag! I completely forgot that Dandalily tagged me for Cassie's therapy video..tag..thing.
So here we go. I love doing this one.

I like boys with interesting hobbies and girls with beautiful smiles.

I like music that reminds me of happier times.

I like sketching in the middle of class - on the table, on my arms, in my books.

I like thinking about what I'm going to do when I leave school.

I like tolerant people.

I like my long-for-a-guy hair.

I like bone white, jet black, blood red and dark green.

I like rearranging words and letters.

I like happy endings in books.

I like those few seconds after I wake up from an awesome dream and I remember it all.

I like my new computer.
I like seeing movies with friends.
I love daydreaming

Today my basketball team won despite my shitty playing.

In some ways, I love everything.
Its less, its less of a thing to like, its less distinct, its less particular

I like things that I like but I love everything

There’s more choice in like

Cos even the worst things have things you love in them

I don’t know what you mean about things I hate

I hate my homework.

I hate it when I'm in a crowd of people, and yet I'm still all alone.

I hate it when my stupid download limit means I have to get off the computer.
I hate being powerless.I hate how much my mum and I fight now.I hate that I grew up.

I hate that almost everyone I know now is better than me in everything.

I hate how pathetic I am but in a way, I love how awesome I can be.
I hate most of my body.
I hate that I'm stuck here on a Saturday night, staring at the walls, when I want to be with you.

I hate this, wow. . .

Sorry.

Sorry about the picture overload. I went through a lot of we heart it yesterday, got a lot of stuff.
I read a book yesterday called The Astonishing Adventures of Fanboy and Goth Girl. I realised about a quarter of the way in that it was bound to have a unhappy ending, but I was desperate to finish. Kind of like "please just get it over with" at the same time as "noo i don't want to read it." In the end it wasn't that bad of an ending, though it wasn't exactly the one I wanted.
I saw Kick-Ass on Thursday with two friends of mine. Very. Awesome. Movie.