Love...Hate

I LOVE the fact that I can go to the Dairy Queen any time that I want now.
I HATE the fact that my "wants" can quickly turn into "pounds" now.

I LOVE it that those I love most in the world are regularly blogging again.
I HATE it that I still have to read their thoughts online. (Because, while we may be on the same continent, physical distance still divides us....Can't we all just move to the same place?)

I LOVE it that I'm back to my addiction with reality t.v.
I HATE it that one simple little box can steal away the hours in my day.

I LOVE it that a week from today I'll be hanging out in Chile...having "oncé" with my family and trying desperately not to confuse my Spanish with Dari.
I HATE it that I'll be saying goodbye, yet again, at the end of those two weeks.

I LOVE it that I went to open another checking account yesterday and the bankteller had to ask me if I was over 18 (And YES, she was for real!).
I HATE it that I am so OVER 18.

I LOVE it that for a few brief days I looked tan.
I HATE it that my "tan" is now all peeling away.

I LOVE it that I'm procrastinating from a million other more pressing issues.
I HATE it that in order to attempt to complete any of those "pressing issues," I first need to clean my disastrous room.

I LOVE it that when I get tired, I have a tendency to ramble.
I HATE it that when I get tired, those ramblings eventually just beckon me to bed.