I love:
The upcoming summer. After all, it could be our last.
The fraternity of school.
Pills that have a sweet-tasting shell.
Being able to string together a complicated sentence.
Double points for it being in a foreign language.
Everything being organised, yet there always being something left to organise.
Novelty. Like The Intros and the Outros.
Something renowned for being good, and truely being good. Like Powers of Ten.
Lists.
Irony, but only in small doses.
Having a good old natter.
A sudden onslaught of heavy raindrops. Fun! But not when delivering papers.
Discovering you truely have the will for something. Like giving up Nestlé.
Those dreams where my dreams come true.
As opposed to those nasty dreams where I get right stressed and start, like, fighting teachers and leaping into rivers.
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