spreading more love: the i hate valentine's day post.
it has come to my attention that maybe i should update my blog more often. i totally agree! however, i just want to say that i really would have posted something interesting already if there was anything interesting to say. i'm tired of looking at the monica post, too, just so you know. speaking of, psycho scary woman hasn't called since last week. i think. i mean, my phone's off so i don't know. this means that at the very least i haven't yet received any new monica messages and that's almost as good as her not calling, right? i'm all about the avoidance. i'm seriously afraid of my phone since it became possessed with the monica demon.
i have a paper due on valentine's day, the fake holiday that i love to hate and which i might like a tiny bit more if i ever got flowers or candy or cards or an acknowledgement that i exist or anything. the dislike started in middle school when the popular/loved people would get oodles of flowers delivered to them and i went home empty handed because obviously no one liked me. by high school the dislike had turned to hatred and valentine's day was such a distraction that the school had to ban flowers from being delivered to class during the day. instead, the school library was converted to the flower-holding room and people were given notices that they had flowers so after school they'd line up to get their stupid bouquets. this sucked for several reason, not the least of which was because it was all very public and you could totally tell who was loved and who wasn't. also, no one was allowed in the library because the flowers were all in the way. what if i wanted to check out a book? i couldn't! hello, popularity contest. goodbye, education.
one year in high school i was all excited because i had a boyfriend and that meant one very important thing: v-day flower entitlement. the boyfriend said he was going to order a bouquet to be sent to me at school but, sadly, my flowers never arrived for reasons i don't remember. all i remember is that i waited for a flower notice all day and when it didn't happen i was slightly disappointed, where disappointed means i might have cried a lot at the unfairness of it all. i just wanted flowers like everyone else! and this is why high school is evil.
now i buy myself flowers.
but i digress.
i have a paper due next week so i'll probably fret over the paper writing much like i did my grad school statement of purpose, though this time i only have a week to write it so that should limit the number of angsty blog posts between now and then that i can write about not being able to write. at least in theory.
i have a paper due on valentine's day, the fake holiday that i love to hate and which i might like a tiny bit more if i ever got flowers or candy or cards or an acknowledgement that i exist or anything. the dislike started in middle school when the popular/loved people would get oodles of flowers delivered to them and i went home empty handed because obviously no one liked me. by high school the dislike had turned to hatred and valentine's day was such a distraction that the school had to ban flowers from being delivered to class during the day. instead, the school library was converted to the flower-holding room and people were given notices that they had flowers so after school they'd line up to get their stupid bouquets. this sucked for several reason, not the least of which was because it was all very public and you could totally tell who was loved and who wasn't. also, no one was allowed in the library because the flowers were all in the way. what if i wanted to check out a book? i couldn't! hello, popularity contest. goodbye, education.
one year in high school i was all excited because i had a boyfriend and that meant one very important thing: v-day flower entitlement. the boyfriend said he was going to order a bouquet to be sent to me at school but, sadly, my flowers never arrived for reasons i don't remember. all i remember is that i waited for a flower notice all day and when it didn't happen i was slightly disappointed, where disappointed means i might have cried a lot at the unfairness of it all. i just wanted flowers like everyone else! and this is why high school is evil.
now i buy myself flowers.
but i digress.
i have a paper due next week so i'll probably fret over the paper writing much like i did my grad school statement of purpose, though this time i only have a week to write it so that should limit the number of angsty blog posts between now and then that i can write about not being able to write. at least in theory.
posted by sarah at 12:59 PM
6 Comments:
i get a message saying your page cannot be found.
where'd it go?!
still says pay can't be found...hmmm...
Whaaa! That's so sad! I gave you a sparkly CZ ring that magically fit you and a butt load of NIN eye candy that your sis has...does that count?
When I was in HS, they had both carnation and roses. So, not only the number of flowers mattered--but the type. I was really embarassed that my BF was too freakin cheap to get me roses. Hmph! At least you weren't like this guy I knew who bought himself roses so he wouldn't have to walk around school empty handed. That's especially sad.
the rings & cds count! i just need to get the cds back from shannon. :)
nah, i never sent myself roses. my friends and i wore black every valentines day and spent the day pouting and glaring at the giggly happy people. we were mature like that.
hee. a diamond. that's almost funny.
i bought myself roses this week. i'm admiring them now.
somehow i don't see this as being a very fruitful valentine's day, unless i buy myself something. i really don't wanna beg the husband person for a present.
that was really funny until i realized i'd still come up short in the gift department. it would be like alvin-1, sarah-0. right back where i started!
he and i had a talk last night. assuming he meant what he said, i'm either getting a. a new laptop or b. a diamond ring for v-day. i was leaning towards the diamond on a matter of principle before the rational part of my brain started lobbying for a new laptop. now i'm just confused. i told him i want both.
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