valentine's day

Yesterday was pretty epically awful.

1. I stayed up wednesday night until 4:30 writing my IT essay.

2. My alarm clock didn't go off for whatever stupid reason. I double checked it, and it was set. fail.

3. so I woke up at at 8:25 for my 8:35 keyboarding test.

4. on top of that, I looked outside my window and everything was covered in snow. for the first time in two weeks.

5. I hurried and got all my stuff together, didn't take my first shower in 4 days (as I had planned), and ventured out to hopefully grab a shuttle.

6. I ended up falling in the snow. Like a beached whale. I wish I had a picture of it, actually, just to see how pathetic and helpless I looked. cars were driving by, and I'm sure thinking "aw. that poor girl just wiped out." All I remember is my lungs collapsing. and starting at snow-covered concrete.

7. My pants were soaking wet.

When did my day finally get better, you ask? I discovered a property of snow. When you make a ball, and roll it, there's a "snowball effect!" Call me retarded, but I totally thought that only happened in cartoons -- when the characters get in a fight, and start rolling down the hill, the snow collects and pretty soon, they're engulfed

in a massive snowball. Well, I did that. My result was Earl:

He was amazing. Until he died. Apparently, someone murdered him. Thanks, college kids. Maybe we should all un-grow up, and appreciate the friendly face of a snowman at the shuttle stop. kthanks.

Anyway. Valentine's day. How retarded, right? Even for the one valentine's day where I had a legitimate valentine was retarded. I promise I'll only rant once. Last night I watched 500 Days of Summer -- it pretty much told the story of my life. or at least my life from the last couple months. You need to see it if you've ever been in a casual relationship, and you're the one without apprehensions of commitment. It was the perfect valentine's day movie. It didn't have a super happy, romantic comedy ending. But it was the best. I'm just really fed up with valentine's day, I think. I miss when the most stressful part of valentine's day was deciding which valentines you would buy for your class. (I got toy story ones this year.) I remember that I couldn't wait to grow up and have a boyfriend with a drivers license that would give me a flower. and tell me he liked my hair. What a waste of time. I would give anything to go back to third, fourth, and fifth grade, where my hugest love concern was wishing Jordan Crabb would appreciate my valentine. When we're young, it's a luxury to have a valentine. If you have one, it's cute. When we're grown ups, it's a pain to have a valentine. Guys actually have to worry that their girl won't like it. (Don't even get me started. How dare a girl not appreciate a gift. And be concerned if it's not the right perfume. Or the wrong color. Maybe if girls made it clear that hugs are awesome presents, we could get more of them.) Also, valentine's day seems to shift - the focus is on the people that don't have significant other, rather than those who do. We always feel like crap when we don't have one. I just wish that valentine's day didn't exist. Save displays of affection for anniversaries. Then no one has to share the shame. If you're in a relationship, you have an anniversary -- good for you. But you're all alone, you don't have to worry about it. Perfect solution, don't you think?

Oh well. Happy weekend. the olympics start tonight. I'm so freaking excited. I live for this stuff. I probably inherited that from my mother. I actually inherited a lot from my mother. (Like the nightmare I had last night about the world ending. But my main concern wasn't about the grand canyon opening up and sucking utah into it. I was worried about Snuffy and Lester, because my roommate had snatched me away to evacuate before I could grab them. That's totally something my mother would worry about.) Anyway, happy friday! and happy birthday, Abraham Lincoln! and happy three day weekend!

Love,

Amberley