I’ve been sick for a couple of days now and there is nothing better for me to do
than watch movies while recuperating.
So, awhile ago I’ve been watching 10 Things I hate about you with Julia Stiles and Heath Ledger (it’s one of the movies that I can’t seem to delete from my itouch, together with Dear John, The Notebook, One Day, Nick and Norah’s Infinite Playlist and What’s your number. Yah. Romantic ones.) and here I am still reciting the famous poem from that movie.
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 it, I hate the way you’re always right.
I hate it when you lie.
I hate it when 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 do can relate to this. always.