Valentines Day

Well here it is. Valentines Day. The dreaded holiday.

My Valentines Day was horrible. I hated it. I hate happy people. I hate love. I hate life. I hate being single.

NOT. NOT AT ALL.

Contrary to popular belief, my day was not dreaded or horrible. It was fantastic.

For the first time in my life, I believed what my mother told me. It's just another day. I think I'm over Valentines Day. It's just a day. Nothing to trip over. I went to class, got to party in the library with Karen, listen to "black people singing" (Janelle Monae, Michael Jackson, and Aretha Franklin), went on a coffee date (date? get-to-know-you? hang out? I'll keep you posted.), bought my (ungrateful) roommate a flower, listened to rock n roll, ate a seriously delicious sandwich, learned that I got an extension on an essay, listened to piano playing in the lounge, hung out (like a boss)... the list goes on.

I did not wallow, I did not curse my relationship status, I did not pig out on chocolate, I didn't even DRINK HEAVILY (my parents will be relieved to hear). It was a totally normal day.

Actually, it was a better than normal day! I'm like on a natural high from how awesome my day was.

So suck it, St. Valentines. You can't bring me down!

Ha!

Well, a quick update on me, more soon.