I hate:

-the coffee that spilled on my brand-new bag that Andrea gave me
-classes/homework
-work, sometimes (but not today)
-the feelings that are making me do things I don't want to do, and hurt the person I'd rather die for than hurt

I love:

-tea and spicy cider
-the Senate
-postcards from faraway places
-music
-my friends, even when I give them every reason to hate me

Random: So Ronda and I just discovered a bag of new knives and wooden blocks in my room. Someone is doing some carving, and it's not me. How in the sam hell did it get here?!?