I hope this is my Optimus Prime. ("First Best", courtesy of eLLen)
Gah. So today I decided that I NEEDED a blog. Because I'm so full of my self that I think my drama's WAY important. Hence-needing a blog.
"Pre-Valentine's Day rant"
Today we had this "Lovefest" poetry reading thing in school, and while some parts were funny, it must made me notice THAT much more that Singles Awareness Day is this month. Acronym-SAD. Great, huh? But it's not just 'cause of a lack of boy in my life, but that whole not-having-friends up here is not so much fun. Kids just aren't that welcoming. Not like I was the most popular at my old school, or that I consciously want to buy into yet another manufactured "holiday", but being alone ALL the freaking time isn't so awesome. I'm surrounded by kids my age, but nothing comes of this. (Now, this pity-fest does tie into V-Day, I promise.) Last year around this time there was a HUGE quantity of pink and red....something or others exchanged between friends. Now, while that just increases the stereotype (that I whole-heartedly buy into,) that America is fat, disgusting, and stupid, it still reminded people to think of others and have fun. BOY did we have fun last year. AJ tried out some truly horrendous pick up lines (and had an exciting adventure with girls, via Tabby's Crazy Express,), Sam dressed up like a "Love Pimp", Candace wore so much red and pink that she looked like a greeting card threw up on her, and Brandon and I stood around awkwardly at the dance. What could've been better? Wait, don't answer that. But it was FUN! Kinda.
So what am I doing this year? Well, now I'm looking forward to being a sad little emo in the corner, starting broken hearted at the torn, discarded box of "Sweetheart" candies. I'll pick up the box and look inside, and there'll be the gross yellow one, that says "I love you, but I'm not IN love with you", and then let my tears dissolve the red-inked letters. Well, not really, but wouldn't that just be so incredibly depressing?
Not like I'm lonely or anything. I mean, I do enjoy being alone sometimes, getting a chance to actually learn and think and not have all of my kids running up and asking me for help or advice every freaking second. (Not that that was terribly horrible.) But I am getting a bit bitter, I think. Basically I miss human contact. Actually looking someone in the eyes and feeling, like, body warmth instead of plastic or metal, that's something you all with friends take for granted.
But back to the 14th.
/**insert generic comment on the non-validity of St. Valentine's Day as a holy day*/
Really though, as I think AJ once put it, "Bah humbug"! It's a commercial day that serves only to sicken people with jealousy & spite, to ensnare people in the confines of another person's love, to push people to commit suicide, and, for every 1 couple out of 100*, to break off the romantic attachment they had with each other. Ain't love grand?
You know, I actually have homework, so I'm going to go work on, not one, but TWO essays/research documents. May the joy of one thousand hobos be with you. Shalom.
* I totally just pulled that number out of my hat. And a nice hat it is, too!
"Pre-Valentine's Day rant"
Today we had this "Lovefest" poetry reading thing in school, and while some parts were funny, it must made me notice THAT much more that Singles Awareness Day is this month. Acronym-SAD. Great, huh? But it's not just 'cause of a lack of boy in my life, but that whole not-having-friends up here is not so much fun. Kids just aren't that welcoming. Not like I was the most popular at my old school, or that I consciously want to buy into yet another manufactured "holiday", but being alone ALL the freaking time isn't so awesome. I'm surrounded by kids my age, but nothing comes of this. (Now, this pity-fest does tie into V-Day, I promise.) Last year around this time there was a HUGE quantity of pink and red....something or others exchanged between friends. Now, while that just increases the stereotype (that I whole-heartedly buy into,) that America is fat, disgusting, and stupid, it still reminded people to think of others and have fun. BOY did we have fun last year. AJ tried out some truly horrendous pick up lines (and had an exciting adventure with girls, via Tabby's Crazy Express,), Sam dressed up like a "Love Pimp", Candace wore so much red and pink that she looked like a greeting card threw up on her, and Brandon and I stood around awkwardly at the dance. What could've been better? Wait, don't answer that. But it was FUN! Kinda.
So what am I doing this year? Well, now I'm looking forward to being a sad little emo in the corner, starting broken hearted at the torn, discarded box of "Sweetheart" candies. I'll pick up the box and look inside, and there'll be the gross yellow one, that says "I love you, but I'm not IN love with you", and then let my tears dissolve the red-inked letters. Well, not really, but wouldn't that just be so incredibly depressing?
Not like I'm lonely or anything. I mean, I do enjoy being alone sometimes, getting a chance to actually learn and think and not have all of my kids running up and asking me for help or advice every freaking second. (Not that that was terribly horrible.) But I am getting a bit bitter, I think. Basically I miss human contact. Actually looking someone in the eyes and feeling, like, body warmth instead of plastic or metal, that's something you all with friends take for granted.
But back to the 14th.
/**insert generic comment on the non-validity of St. Valentine's Day as a holy day*/
Really though, as I think AJ once put it, "Bah humbug"! It's a commercial day that serves only to sicken people with jealousy & spite, to ensnare people in the confines of another person's love, to push people to commit suicide, and, for every 1 couple out of 100*, to break off the romantic attachment they had with each other. Ain't love grand?
You know, I actually have homework, so I'm going to go work on, not one, but TWO essays/research documents. May the joy of one thousand hobos be with you. Shalom.
* I totally just pulled that number out of my hat. And a nice hat it is, too!