Anyhow, I suppose I should start with a short intro about my life, family, friends, favorites, fetishes etc., but right now I just want to bitch about how much I despise Valentine's Day. As I sit crossed-legged typing on my hp desktop, I can already imagine all the balloons and roses and chocolates and pink and red and lips and wasted money that will surely bombard University High School tomorrow. Maybe I'm just spiteful because the last time I, sober and under the designation of "girlfriend," held a boy's hand was over two years ago. And that boy whom I so charmingly called "my boyfriend" haven't talked to me once since I supposedly broke his heart a couple weeks after he summoned the courage to hold my hand. Now he's at UCSD apparently hooking up with some Asian chick. How he managed to become the subject of female attraction is beyond me, but then again I was the giver of that attraction only a couple years ago. Anyway, enough about that asshole. As I was saying, I may be spiteful and slightly jealous, but even if I had a date I doubt I'd be head over heels in love with Valentine's Day. It's just so wasteful and fundamentally useless. If you love someone so much, everyday should be filled with romance and bliss; you don't need to waste a million dollars to create a romantic paradise for ONE FREAKING DAY just to make all your single friends FEEL LIKE SHIT (In case you haven't noticed, I employ a very hyperbolic writing style so please don't take anything too seriously). Don't get me wrong, I do believe in real but ephemeral love and I sure as hell think that we all deserve love. And as much as I hate to admit it, there have been moments in the last four years when I've caught myself wishing that some guy would buy me a bouquet of red roses and a gigantic teddy bear. But why does love have to be manifested into this absurd public display of man-made objects? Commercialization of anything makes it much less valuable. As Elissa quoted from this Spanish audiotape we listened to in class, "Valentine's has become way too commercialized." And girl, if you're reading this, know that you're one of the few people who have reaffirmed rather than undermined my belief in true love.
Well, that concludes my tirade on Valentine's, but my brain is still reeling from the recent flood of almost-relationship dramas around me. School dances are usually a golden opportunity for the birth of young love, and Winter Formal was no different. Except this time, the guys turned out to be enigmatic little cowards who sorta hooked up with my friends but didn't ask them out. So now I am currently shipping three couples and consoling some very distraught girls. And here's a intriguing scenario: you're getting ready to slow dance with a guy who has his hands on your waist; he looks at you very intently and then bites his lips, averts his eyes, looks back at you again, bites his lips, but DOES NOT KISS YOU. What does that mean? And what the hell is the girl supposed to think? If I were the girl, I'd do a lot more than just vent in silent frustration and cuss to my friends.
Alright, that's all for now. I'll write again soon because this is actually very fun and a whole lot less pointless than playing minesweeper.
A quick word to my bestie Lexie if she happens to stumble onto this post: stop stressing out cuz you're not going to fucking IVC with your 36.
