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 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 when you make me laugh, even worse when you make me cry.
I hate it that 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.
(I like how effortlessly beautiful Julia Stiles looks in here, not to mention Heath Ledger's cute casual tees and messy hair. And I like the way the whole film takes place within an atmosphere of normality, unlike the American series and movies for teens that are in fashion now, and where everyone wears exclusive-designer clothes and looks like they've just spent several hours at the hairdresser's. If you asked me to put it in a deep way, I would say that, in a plain look, what stands out is your personality, and not your level of superficiality or emptyness.)