Grass stained jeans and incompletes and a girl from class to touch...

I love the colour of the nail varnish on my toesies, even though it's chipped; I love painting my toesies and I'm going to re-do them tomorrow, in glittery turquoise this time. I love the way my friends smile. I love Enchi's hysterical laughter over who knows what. I love squishy fuzzles. I love sideways snuggles. I love Toric's sofas. I love Cobweb. I love that Io's scared of everyone when he's so big he could inhale people. I love watching DVDs with my friends. I love sharing a sofa. I love snuggling. I love summer evenings with friends. I love conversations that last for hours. I love never having to start a conversation, just picking up where you left off. I love my pseudo girlfriend. I love my polygamous marriages in Canadia and Swedeland. I love b-ipod-ing. I love sharing a chair round a table in the sixth form social area, with all of my beloveds, listening to cheesy discotastic hardcore happy music someone else put on. I love sharing ice cream. I love sleepovers. I love please and thank you. I love dark chocolate. I love meltygoodnessinthemiddle chocolate cake. I love cheesecake. I love food that makes you make that face where you close your eyes and go "Mmmm". I love profiteroles and chocolate sauce. I love sunsets and sunrises and clouds in the sky. I love the stars and the moon. I love rain. I love the smell of rain. I love storms, all the thunder rumbling and the lightning and asking people if it's just me blinking. I love leaves falling from trees. I love Emily Blunt. I love Ben and Jerry's ice cream, rainbow sprinkles, mini marshmallows in pink. I love to bounce on my bed when no one's looking. I love to try on new shoesies; they turn you into someone else, a pretty princess, just for a while. I love wearing dresses and spinning round and round so I'm like Marilyn Monroe. I love brushing my hair in front of the mirror. I love playing with other people's hair, when they let me. I love being in bed. I love powercuts. I love music. I love the Orange adverts. I love when people are passionate, when they love things and they talk all animated about it, so you know how great they think this thing is and how important it is to them. I love laughing. I love my new t-shirt. I love my Ruby Sue's Discount Pets t-shirt. I love how talkative my dog is. I love making strangers happy, however briefly, like when they laugh at me on the bus or the train, or when you smile at them and they smile back. I love the French Alps. I love "dancing". I love sitting with my legs wrapped round each other, or with my feet under my big old bum. I love toothpaste; it's simple genuis. I love lemon sponges. I love custard creams and pink wafers and bourbon biscuits, and the ones we call moo cow biscuits. I love that everyone has their own smell; I like Tori's smell and my gran's house smell and the Brimley smell. I love pick your own apple orchards. I love those apples that you polish up and they're a completely different colour, and they're really crisp and juicy and fresh. I love the noise it makes when flies bump against a window. I love trying to do the right thing. I love being able to touchtype. I love teaching my sister keyboard shortcuts. I love that the TV reminds you to change channels. I love Brothers & Sisters. I love my sister. I love hanging out with my sister. I love the photos we took of each other. I love the Adventures we've been having; sushi, shopping, BK, bus-age. I love that I can do buses now. I love that Joe takes care of everyone. I love Joe. I love email communications, when you both send really long shtuff back and forth. I love lists. I love finding out things you wouldn't generally know about people. I love Sprinkles in My Shoesies. I love making people laugh. I love telling people things. I love trust. I love watching people. I love that everyone runs at a train station. I love that bus drivers never stop where you want them to. I love that icecream vans still play the same songs they always have. I love that it's a part of my childhood. I love kazoos. I love that it's a Mr Whippy. I love the ones with the gumball at the bottom. I love girlboxers. I love boxers. I love hooded sweatshirts that feel like a hug. I love shoes that are so comfy you feel barefoot. I love pretty colours, bright colours, dark colours, dull colours. I love shadows. I love the names Tamzin and Ruby and Lola and Toby and Brae and Ferris and Heath and Miles and Max. I love wandering round supermarkets. I love that stables always smell the same wherever you go. I love cantering through long grass so you can't see your legs. I love the noise it makes when you pat a horse, or a dog. I love cat purrs. I love horse snorts, and the squealing noise that William makes when he goes into canter. I love how pretty Kerry is; I would marry her, even though she's a horse. I love Cyanide and Happiness. I love Boy Meets Boy and Friendly Hostility, though it's been going downhill lately. I love sarcasm. I love that even with hundreds of channels, there's nothing to watch. I love that sleeping in a sleeping bag is like fighting some weird creature, and it always wins. I love really bad horror films, so bad that they're funny. Same goes for sci fi. I love Futurama. I love watching Friends and Simpsons re-runs. I love new episodes of the Simpsons even more. I love lyrics that make me laugh and lyrics that make me want to cry, and I love books where you love the characters, really love them. I love reading. I love writing with the same type of pens we used to use in lower school. I love reading through my lower school books, especially my story about Billy the Puppy and Furry the Lonely Beasty thing, and I love my psychedelic acid trip induced drawings. I love colouring outside the lines. I love the smell of PlayDoh. I love cleavage. I love happy trails. I love balloons. I love that they feed you on planes, regardless of what time it is in the real world. I love places where people are all so busy and so full of purpose and know exactly what they're doing, like airports and train stations. I love goats. I love horses. I love ducks crossing the road. I love that whenever I go shopping in Cambridge, there's always a random pair of ducks wandering round. I love the Fudge Kitchen, and taking more free samples than I should. I love bell towers. I love going all the way up, and the stairs get narrower and narrower and scarier. Then when you come down it seems like a breeze in comparison, and I love how terrified everyone else always looks, clinging to the walls, and I love that I must have looked like that too. I love company. I love knowing I'm not alone. I love reassurance. I love drama. I love dramarama, stirring things up, making mountains out of molehills. I love the way my sister crosses a road. I love the way Joe takes responsibility for road crossing. I love that Tori has so many nicknames. I love nicknames. I love giving them and receiving them. I love that we make up words. I love that we all share the same limited vocabulary. I love how comfortable we all are with each other. I love Miss James, and I love that I'm in her Eng Lit class. I love the reading list she gave us. I love when people love things I love, and when they introduce me to new things I fall in love with. I love love. I love cliches. I love fairytales. I love that clocks tick. I love the noise the computer makes when you leave it on in the background. I love that mobile phones upset other technology when they ring. I love that when I get a text, my phone miaows like my cat. I love the way you spell miaow. I love remembering I thought hamster was spelled with a p. I love that I tried to start a club because of that. I love German lesson memories. I love the quotes in the back of my organisers. I love that I'm getting more confident. I love that I surprise the mother. I love that she worries less about me making friends than she does my sister. I love joining in other people's conversations. I love being friendly. I love instant bonds. I love new friends and old friends and all friends to come. I love my family. I love my little cousins who are crazy little people, and I love that Charlie was the only baby I didn't hate/fear in my entire life. I love his smile and his eyes, especially when he smiles at/for/because of me. I love that he's going to grow up one day, and be the most gorgeous boy. I love Mia's name and her eyes and that she's so much younger than me, and when we have family reunions, she might be a little bit in awe of me and think that I'm cool when I'm not. I love that my sister promises she won't forget me when she's off in the big wide world. I love that she promises to visit. I love that I'm going to miss her, a lot, and that things are going to change. I love change (I also hate change). I love wearing PJs. I love freshly washed clothes. I love winter. I love having a hot, deep, long bath, then changing into freshly heated PJs from the radiator in winter. I love having all my windows open. I love sitting on my windowsill. I love my Sunshine Buddy. I love stickers. I love good graffitti, the kind of shtuff that's more art than vandalism. I really loved the shtuff my sister's friend did. I love racing the microwave. I love having a To Do List. I love priorities. I love being organised. I love pairing up socks when everyone else is asleep. I love radio comedies. I love my family. I love that my family seems to be very different from everyone else's. I love privacy, and the lack thereof. I love doors that lock. I love the bolt on the gate. I love seeing the cat sitting on the shed roof, or on the garden table, or just sprawled in the sunshine. I love that dogs sigh and turn round lots of times before they lie down. I love that dogs sigh. I love that Lucy can raise her eyebrows at me. I love that she puts her head in my lap when I'm sad. I love puddles. I love being on a train. I love sitting in the front of my dad's car, singing along to my music, with one foot up on the glove compartment, driving to anywhere. I love picnics. I love that people park and sit in the open boot of their car. I love flirting. I love fun. I love "deep and meaningfuls". I love praise and compliments. I love applause. I love birdsong. I love being able to hear trains late at night. I love that the house shakes when a train goes past. I love the pond. I love the newts, especially when they just lie there and bask in the sun. I love that the fish are scared of the newts. I love bubbles and washing up liquid. I love the scrapey noise makes when you shave your legs. I love Bright Eyes. I love dew on the grass. I love fog and mist. I love cold mornings before dawn. I love ice cubes. I love glitter. I love dandelions and daisies and buttercups. I love homosexuality; it's even a fun word to say. I love accents. I love cowboy hats. I love the giant Haribo Man. I love Batman and his crotch (which he pads with socks). I love fan fiction. I love Regina Spektor. I love the girl from the nail varnish advert with the French accent. I love Charlie from Lost, even though they drowned him, and Stingray from Neighbours, even though he died too. I love travelling more than I love getting there. I love spare time. I love shoes you can slip on and off without having to tie up. I love looking like a loon when there's more than just me doing it. I love waiting for things I'm excited about, so I get more and more excited about it. I love new things. I love old things. I love teeny tiny things that are copies of big things, like in dolls' houses. I love "I love you"'s. I love hellos. I love accidentally meeting eyes with strangers, and neither of you looks away. I love pedestrian collisions where you do an impromptu dance, because neither of you can get away. I love crazy. I love sane. I love weird. I love normal. I love big open spaces. I love nice smells. I love interesting band names. I love crazy beautiful hair. I love eyes. I love butterfly kisses. I love crunching footsteps in fresh snow. I love the Sisterhood of the Travelling Pants; I especially love Tibby. I love singing, loudly, especially when I have the house to myself. I love reunions. I love feeling special. I love people who make you do things that are good for you, even if you don't want to do them. I love self improvement. I love being remembered. I love Note to Self's. I love innocence, and the loss of it. I love words; I especially love marshmallows, chaos, apocalypse, poignant, sunshine, bounce, weird, abolish, well, sometimes, meh, ta, dearlings, abyss, torrential, ironic, ache, cynic, bunny, obsession, kept, forever, adamant, afraid, aftermath, alas, homosexual, contagious, illumination, irrepressable, sushi. I love sushi. I love noodles. I love egg fried rice. I love different coloured tagliatelle. I love pasta. I love Mexican food; enchiladas = awesome. I love bravery, even though I lack it. I love disappearing. I love when everyone's happy.