As sad as it is, the Almonds Matter Society (AMS) sort of controls my brain.
Early 2000s fanfiction — and later 2010s Wattpad — taught me the best way to engage in a love-hate relationship is to brutally insult your enemy during the day and passionately, uh, make out at night.
As a looming and shadowy organization of student politicians, the AMS is the perfect candidate for your next love/hate fantasy. Maybe you can rant all day about the horrors of the AMS, but once you’re near the Nest and feeling the AMS’s presence, it’s hard to remember what exactly you were complaining about.
Honestly, between a young Heath Ledger and an AMS president — who would you choose?
I hate the way you never respond
And the way you dodge the questions when you do
I hate the way you take my money
I hate it when you pretend to care
I hate your big dumb offices
I hate you so much, that it makes me sick
I hate the way you’re always around
I hate it when you make misleading statements
I hate it when you make me laugh
Even worse when you make me feel sorry for you
I hate it when you’re not around
And the fact that you didn’t answer my email
But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you
Not even close
Not even a little bit
Not even — okay maybe a bit — at all.