I Thought Valentine’s Day Was Gonna Suck
I even wore my MAF shirt, because I felt it was very appropriate for my mood on such a holiday.
Plus it has red in it.
I thought Veronica Belmont sending me an unsolicited email right as V-Day began (well, I posted on her blog twice because I went there in between theme changes) was a sign to ask her to be my e-Valentine, but she never responded. The day was looking bleak.
It looked even worse when in between classes, I went to the closest Best Buy to buy Burnout Paradise. I had $30 in Reward Zone certificates, a $25 gift card, and a 10% off coupon! But they didn’t have it! WTF! V-Day was owning my face.I had to make the decision whether or not to go to the next closest Best Buy, and whether I would get back for my last class in time. I decided I was a man on a mission. I needed Burnout Paradise to dull the pain in my heart.
When I got to the Best Buy, I shot for the gaming section, and it was there! My day was saved! Burnout Paradise for $1.06! And I even got back to Stony Brook in time for class. And then the class was pretty much the greatest classroom experience ever, with the grad student professor telling ghost stories, relating his teenage experience of hitting Nick Carter in the ear with a scone, stating how Winnie the Pooh is an allegory for British colonial empire anxiety and addiction, and ripping on Lord of the Rings, while praising Episode III of the Star Wars saga.
And during it, a friend texted me, conversation ensued, I ended up buying her a bouquet of flowers, and then somehow I showed up at a party after class (which was ended an hour early), and met a bunch of cool people. And now I might be playing Ultimate Frisbee on Saturday. Awesome. Is it sad this was my best Valentine’s Day ever? Probably. But fuck you. Shut up. I’m kinda drunk.
Edit: HOLY SHIT MY NEW HOST IS FINALLY UP AND RUNNING!
I just saw Jersey Boys, that was a badass play. Outside of that, I spent a good 8 combined hours in a car with my dad today. Did I mention I’m in Chicago right now? This town reminds me of what Detroit would’ve been if people didn’t stop caring over 30 years ago. Yea, this is my Valentine’s Day.
My grandma loved the music of that play, “but the language!” hahah
yea, the language was bad ass. I arrived late (chicago is a god damn maze) and I didn’t really know what the play was about, but it turned out to be funny as hell.