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so i though valentine's day would totally suck, but it turns out i was quite mistaken.
i got a hug after psych.
i had 4 valentines taped to my door when i got back to my dorm.
i got a rose from my dance partner, and it made me ridiculously happy.
i got two more valentines from friends.
i was wished happy valentines day by lot of people.
i got a valentine in the mail from "guess who" which everyone knows is my grandmother.
i got a box from mom and muriel with silly valentine's day sock, and chocolate covered shortbread.
i talked to my dad on the phone, if only briefly.
lunch was good. :)
dinner wasn't bad either.
servo had strawberry pie.
and i actually had fun in italian for the first time ever.
today was absolutley wonderful.
the only problem was that at 9:00 ish when i started to think about this stupid paper i'm writing things got bad.
so now i'm pissed at a stupid boy.
i can't get my hands on a copy of my sonnet.
and it's almost 4 in the fucking morning and i am still trying to write this damn paper, and i haven't studied for my friggin' bio quiz.
but i can deal with all of that.
because if i can make it to tomorrow night, my life will be fantastic again.
i got a hug after psych.
i had 4 valentines taped to my door when i got back to my dorm.
i got a rose from my dance partner, and it made me ridiculously happy.
i got two more valentines from friends.
i was wished happy valentines day by lot of people.
i got a valentine in the mail from "guess who" which everyone knows is my grandmother.
i got a box from mom and muriel with silly valentine's day sock, and chocolate covered shortbread.
i talked to my dad on the phone, if only briefly.
lunch was good. :)
dinner wasn't bad either.
servo had strawberry pie.
and i actually had fun in italian for the first time ever.
today was absolutley wonderful.
the only problem was that at 9:00 ish when i started to think about this stupid paper i'm writing things got bad.
so now i'm pissed at a stupid boy.
i can't get my hands on a copy of my sonnet.
and it's almost 4 in the fucking morning and i am still trying to write this damn paper, and i haven't studied for my friggin' bio quiz.
but i can deal with all of that.
because if i can make it to tomorrow night, my life will be fantastic again.