From the desk of...thelittleredhairedgirl

Oh Valentine's day...you have passed me by once again. But with the combined efforts of my roommates, my friends, my lovely mother, and Jesus this Vday has turned out to be the best ever! No pressure, no commitments, no complaining, no issues, no picking out an outfit that he will finally like, no dry chicken, no dumb movie, no loneliness, no fears. It was just, simple, marvelous joy. My new favorite tradition, smashing. Grab a plate. Fill it with whatever you can think of that you want to beat up, rip apart, and spit on. Then smash it, after a quick and hateful speech of course. I completely covered my plate. So much to say. I think it kinda shocks people what I hold in. Nobody has any idea the thoughts that constantly flow through my brain. It would shock some people, but I keep it to myself. I always have and always will. I'm stubborn and I don't intend to let anyone break me of that here anytime soon. I sit here now, talking to you through intense sleep deprivation that will continue to grow through the rest of this week and think back once again on the marvelous day I just had. My valentines were a hit, I finally created my identity...or it's in the works, got inspired for a logo design, and skipped class!! What a beautiful day.

Of course who can pass up Vday without thinking about the fact that you're still alone. I thought of Pete Klesco on multiple occasions today. I wasn't too distracted. I even ran into him for a brief time, it was pleasant. He gave me a hug. I gave him candy. We chatted. Swapped stories. He still doesn't know. It's easier if I lie. Every time.

Now I'm off to bed with the sonorous tones of "crash" by Adam McCoy playing in the background. I'm telling you, he's famous.