Valentines

Ah, Valentines Day.

Not exactly in my 30s, not quite 130 lbs, but Bridget Jones' Diary seems more relatable today than usual. Yes, I'm afraid 20 year-olds do feel like spinsters on certain occasions.

I woke up today confused---I'd overslept again. What should I do? Damn there's something to hand in today. Must get up.

Taking my first step outside I was greeted by not only rain but an endless sheet of ice. Holy Fuck. I stood there on the parking lot for about half a minute, contemplating unintelligently about ice, slopes, and my ass. Needless to say there were many times that I nearly fell; the most entertaining (painful) instance was near Needles Hall, where I struggled a tad too hard to avoid a fall and instantly sprained my neck. Double Fuck.

Fortunately I made it to class on time.

Unfortunately the prof greeted us:
"Happy Valentine's Day!" Insert standard friendly smile, "There's nothing that stirs the heart better than a well designed database management system." Fuck.

And so my day dragged on, sitting, lounging, napping... trying to get my neck to heal... Good thing there wasn't urgent work waiting.

A few hours after sundown and the notion of Valentines Day still hasn't crossed my mind. I was okay. Really, I was. But a brief conversation changed all that.

It was brief, bitter, sweet. Bitter-sweet.

On second thought, it was sweet, more than anything. It's just that it's Valentines Day >:P and the usual just doesn't do.

When will we learn?

What will we learn?

Feburary 14. Valentines Day. A part of me objects.

Anyway I hope the rest of the world had a good time! And I apologize for depressing posts. I"ll make sure the next one is cheerful.

Here's a great V-Day read, courtesy of PKO. This is how blogs should be.