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i turn a year older on new year's eve.

i am a left hander. i spend more money on books than clothes. i have a love hate relationship with heels. i love to bake. i cannot resist coffee. i read a lot about the Holocaust. i love cooking shows. i love comedies. i am the eldest of three. i love performing arts.

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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.
— Kat Stratford, 10 Things I Hate About You.