I find that my procrastinatory skill is directly proportional to the frequency of my blog posts.
I don't want to go to school today. At all.
So. Here I am, making weird faces at myself in the mirror one minute and having intellectual/highly wrathful albeit imaginary conversations with people the next.
Oh... to be young and schizophrenic.
And you know what THAT means!
A thanksgiving day full of angry-yelling, eye-rolling, and anti-love-picture-making emos who are basically just embarrassingly cliché.
Unfortunately, I will not grace you with my appreciation of that sort.
I love Valentimes Day.
I don't know why, really.
It might have been that I was conditioned to liking it after all those years of artistic box-making in K-6... We got CANDY.
I think my subconscious mind still expects it or something.
But really. I do love this day. I think it's adorable. I get so happy for everyone. So many splashes of red across campus. A few black-clad stragglers. It's awesome.
An entire day, every year, to show that one person how much you love them and are willing to spend buckets of monies to prove it??
I wish people felt love more often. It's such a nice feeling.