Loves and hates

LOVES

1. I love the smell of the earth just after the rain. You smell warm dirt, dewy grass, delicate flowers, everything smells alive and growing. I love it! :) My sister loves the rain but not I. I love the cloudless sky just afterwards.
2. I love photographs. Capturing every moment for a infinite instant. They are more than memories, they are moments that will never happen again, caught in a capsule of light and colour. They are sometimes temporary but the best ones last longer than life times.
3. I love music played on hard floors. The magical reverberation you get on the floor, you cannot ever achieve in a soft floored room where you can hear every inch-thick-cork-board-wall and every soft carpeted floor. Soft rooms have no character. Hard rooms grow better sounding with time.

HATES!!!!!

1. I hate being late. That moment where you turn up and you open the loud, creaky door and that sudden moment of silence where the only sound is the lecturer's voice. You know you shouldn't have slept through your alarm and you know that your cup of tea shouldn't have taken half an hour yet still, they both happened. I hate that moment when you know that it could have been avoided if you'd stopped checking your face for spots for the umpteenth time or stopped petting the cat earlier when you first got up. The moment when you think "I should have been more economical but instead I took a bit of joy from this moment and had it earlier with one more press of the snooze button.
2. I hate that moment of realisation that you've lost something. That gut-wrenching feeling as you are rifling through every part of your baggage and clothing searching for one thing and its gone. and you realise its gone. You're going through every place you could possibly think of and its been left some where you'll never get it back again like on a park bench on the other side of the city or on the floor of the gym. Its gone and you're about to barf butterflies and hopelessness.
3. I hate it when I walk through a spider's web. Even if I know that there was no spider on it, even if I know that it might not have even been a spider's web, I still get the heeby-jeebies for the next ten minutes till I convince myself "It's all in your head. It's all in your head". The itching is the worst part though. You aren't really itchy or no more than usual yet somehow you feel every dodgy thread, every little bit of label poking your back, every hair out of place, very on edge, all the things you normally ignore suddenly you become hypersensitive to them and then an icy-cold finger slowly wiggles down your back like a rain drop on a car windscreen and they all disappear again.