Just Say No
Valentine’s Day is of the devil. I’m serious. I despise this one single holiday more than any other in existence. In fact, I enjoy all the other holidays. Valentine’s Day is the one festering sore that drips its yellow-green puss on my fun. People tell me that I feel this way because I don’t have a girlfriend, but I think that they are wrong. They are so very wrong. I demand to know how a significant other would make Valentine’s Day anything but what it is: a superficial and consumerist holiday based on a stupid myth that requires the purchase of expensive gifts to placate the expectations of one’s significant other.
The people in my classes are amazed that anyone would read for pleasure. I bring in a 500-700 page book to class for a few days, and then I’m done so I bring another. Suddenly, I’m amazing. Suddenly, I’m that guy who reads really fast. He must be so smart! I will admit that my ego enjoys the fuel, but that’s irrelevant!
I’ve got so much crap to do and so little time in which to do it, and here I am livejournaling. I think I’ll head off to the bank now.
The people in my classes are amazed that anyone would read for pleasure. I bring in a 500-700 page book to class for a few days, and then I’m done so I bring another. Suddenly, I’m amazing. Suddenly, I’m that guy who reads really fast. He must be so smart! I will admit that my ego enjoys the fuel, but that’s irrelevant!
I’ve got so much crap to do and so little time in which to do it, and here I am livejournaling. I think I’ll head off to the bank now.