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I <3 Crusaders Camps.
I don't <3 percussion ensembles
I <3 frisbee (the real kind, not the other kind.....)
I don't <3 rug burns on elbows and brusies on knees from frisbee turned insanely competative
I <3 waking up surrounded by 105 other people
I don't <3 looking frumpy in the morning
I <3 pit love racks and pit circles that are hardly even pit
I don't <3 not having enough room to fit everyone in the love rack
I <3 the closer
I don't <3 the omnious silences in the closer (crazy pit feture here we come!)
I <3 instructors who intimidate you and kick your butt and push you farther than you though you could go and then make you laugh and vow to break you of your shyness
I don't <3 instructors who don't teach
I <3 jogging
I don't <3 jogging at 12:30 in the morning and then standing in a block for eternity
I <3 Jessica Swanson
I don't <3 my sister
I <3 Edward Norton in Fight Club
I don't <3 Edward Norton in Death to Smoochy
I <3 Robin Willians stand up comedy
I don't <3 Robin Williams in Death to Smoochy
I <3 the clear skies and pretty stars and wonderful sunsets
I don't <3 the tremendous amounts of wind
I <3 dancing in the rain
I don't <3 not having rain to dance in
I <3 October composed by Eric Whitacre
I don't <3 Amparito Roca (?)
I <3 Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset by Modest Mouse
I don't <3 Drop It Like It's Hot
I <3 calculus class
I don't <3 learning calculus
I <3 80s style ski jackets and Texas cop looking sun glasses
I don't <3 shrugs (dude, shrugs should be left as gestures, not articles of clothing)
I <3 my personal journal
I don't <3 the prompts for my creative writing journal
I <3 reading
I don't <3 reading when its assigned
I <3 photo class and friends who can't make posters to save their life
I don't <3 the smell of rubber cement
I <3 e-mails from old best friends/pratically brother type people
I don't <3 empty mail boxes
I <3 sleeping
I don't <3 wasting time on sleep
I <3 making new friends
I don't <3 making new enemies
I <3 uniqueness
I don't <3 conformity
I don't <3 percussion ensembles
I <3 frisbee (the real kind, not the other kind.....)
I don't <3 rug burns on elbows and brusies on knees from frisbee turned insanely competative
I <3 waking up surrounded by 105 other people
I don't <3 looking frumpy in the morning
I <3 pit love racks and pit circles that are hardly even pit
I don't <3 not having enough room to fit everyone in the love rack
I <3 the closer
I don't <3 the omnious silences in the closer (crazy pit feture here we come!)
I <3 instructors who intimidate you and kick your butt and push you farther than you though you could go and then make you laugh and vow to break you of your shyness
I don't <3 instructors who don't teach
I <3 jogging
I don't <3 jogging at 12:30 in the morning and then standing in a block for eternity
I <3 Jessica Swanson
I don't <3 my sister
I <3 Edward Norton in Fight Club
I don't <3 Edward Norton in Death to Smoochy
I <3 Robin Willians stand up comedy
I don't <3 Robin Williams in Death to Smoochy
I <3 the clear skies and pretty stars and wonderful sunsets
I don't <3 the tremendous amounts of wind
I <3 dancing in the rain
I don't <3 not having rain to dance in
I <3 October composed by Eric Whitacre
I don't <3 Amparito Roca (?)
I <3 Talking Shit About A Pretty Sunset by Modest Mouse
I don't <3 Drop It Like It's Hot
I <3 calculus class
I don't <3 learning calculus
I <3 80s style ski jackets and Texas cop looking sun glasses
I don't <3 shrugs (dude, shrugs should be left as gestures, not articles of clothing)
I <3 my personal journal
I don't <3 the prompts for my creative writing journal
I <3 reading
I don't <3 reading when its assigned
I <3 photo class and friends who can't make posters to save their life
I don't <3 the smell of rubber cement
I <3 e-mails from old best friends/pratically brother type people
I don't <3 empty mail boxes
I <3 sleeping
I don't <3 wasting time on sleep
I <3 making new friends
I don't <3 making new enemies
I <3 uniqueness
I don't <3 conformity