another year has passed of my least fucking favorite holiday of the year.
first let me say it’s a fake, stupid shitty holiday made to get people to spend money and profess love that they may not even truly feel. it’s a time for young adults to give flowers and make that occasional hook-up buddy into a boyfriend/girlfriend for they day so they can feel better about themselves. and make the single people of the world insanely jealous as their significant others recieve gifts and they make out like horn dogs in the cafeteria.
really, it’s wonderful day.
now clearly, i’m biased, angsty and just a smidge pissed off as i write this.
but seriously, the last two years have taken the suckage of valentine’s day to new heights.
last year, i had to watch the guy i had liked forever, celebrate valentine’s day with his new girlfriend, when a little over a month before everyone in the entire freaking school was convinced we were gonna start dating.
this year, it started off okay. i had lunch with a great friend, although i had to watch couples making out while getting eggs…it really can’t wait five more minutes??? and then, with the exception of the bb gun bullet to the leg is was fantastic, hanging out with friends, a little attempt at homework and watching USC beat UCLA (sucks) in basketball.
and then what should have been a fun night of partying began. but i didn’t get to go out with one of my best friends from home, there were creepers and exes, and friends unable to control their actions.
the creepers, i honestly was fine with. we were having a great time, and honestly, exes/creepers can be avoided.
i’ve always hated party hopping and saw no reason to leave. we were fine avoiding.
and then my friends. i love them to death, but a) give me my fucking phone, and don’t tell me i can’t have it until i’m sober when i’m sober and you’re weaving. b) i know you’re drunk and he’s just a friend, but you’re my better friend and you know how i feel about him, so just respect my feelings and don’t grind up on him. it’s not that hard. c) handle your liquor a tiny bit better. i know i have made mistakes, but some it’s the same mistakes every time, and there’s a time to learn your tolerance.
all in all, i hate fucking valentine’s day.
