V Day.

So. It's that time of year again. If you must know, today my outfit consists of a black shirt, dark gray jeans, and brown boots. I did decide to don the pink and gray heart socks that my mother sent me in honor of this momentous day in the lives of anyone who has ever been attracted to anyone else. Mother Nature has decided to grace us with some of the l-word today, it's 46 degrees outside and I barely need a jacket. I awoke this morning to an upset roommate and Taylor Swift playing in the room next to me. Lovely. Taylor can actually be a bit depressing, especially on a day like today. It's no wonder February is the most depressing month. If you're in a relationship, you're getting frostbite trying to hold your significant other's hand, and if you aren't, you're depressed because you're not in a relationship and you're cold. Upon walking into the lobby of our fair dorms, I was graced with the presence of two people in an extended embrace. Necessary? Nope. They then proceeded to sit next to each other (very closely) and talk about feelings, I presume. I went along with my normal routine, filling my water bottle and glaring at them through my bangs. I doubt they saw, they were too busy gazing into each other's eyes. I continued my day without too many more "incidents." However, I did see a couple making out while walking. Miraculously, they did not run into anyone. Now there's a feat. Very impressive. During my lunch, I did not want to be listening to the (very loud) vocal stylings of the glee club, singing things like "L-O-V-E" and "Can't Hurry Love" and just about anything else with the l-word in it while clothed in hideously costumed, over-the-top pink and red outfits. However, I was graced with an anti-date in honor of the holiday. This included Jamba Juice and a cookie. Valentine's Day isn't that terrible, I suppose, especially if it means I get free food.

2.2.11

"Put your hands in your pockets, you freaks!" This is what I want to shout at every couple I see walking around campus foregoing their circulation to get some quality time holding hands. Of course, I don't. I restrain myself. It's February, and love is in the air. Joyous. However, just because it's Cupid's month doesn't necessarily mean that there is an increase in the amount of public affection shown around campus. Nope. Couples have been everywhere, all the time. Toting their offspring, sporting their rocks, picking each other up from class. I'm not against love or anything, it's just something I didn't expect to see such an abundance of at college. But back to the point. It’s currently 12 degrees outside. Fahrenheit. Ew. Among these lovers traipsing around campus looking into each other's eyes while slowly losing feeling in their extremities are students braving the cold. One of my favorite was braving the cold in, that's right, basketball shorts and flip-flops. This was another moment in which I wanted to scream something like, "Didn't your mother teach you any better?! You freak." "Freak" seems to have become my new word. It accurately describes many people with whom I associate. In the most positive context, of course. I mean, the people of the religion to which I am a member are often called a “peculiar people,” right? We choose to come to an institution in a place where we could potentially lose body parts to frostbite just by walking to grab some dinner. And especially if our hands are out of our pockets so we can have our arms all over each other. Another thing. We don’t need to rub each other’s backs in American Heritage. This is historically known as a very demanding course. Are they taking notes? Nope. They should be. It’s not Valentine’s Day yet, people, and even if it were, you would still need to take notes. Just because you’re in love or whatever does not mean you get an out. Yeah, it’s February. To me, that translate to, “It’s cold.” Not “Let’s waste time and body heat to celebrate our love.”