V-Stands-For-Vomit Day

Every time I think about how happy I am to be single, something cute like valentines day happens, and I see couples all over the place. And then it starts. I start thinking- which is never good- and I start saying well, wouldn't it be nice? Aren't they cute? Wouldn't it be cute to be one of those couples? And then boom, it's all over. I'm one of those bitter single girls, wishing they had a valentine. It's just a stupid hallmark holiday, right? Well, then why does it have such an immense power over those who spend vday alone?
I was on my Facebook account earlier, and every status was either single girls talking about how much vday sucks, or girls in relationships talking about their awesomely cute dates with their boys today. Needless to say, this little lonesome vday syndrome will disappear by morning, I'm sure. But, in the meantime, I'm staying in my hotel room, away from the couples!

Be Mine...

Valentines Day. I love it. I love seeing the Valentines isle in the store and reading about cute valentines ideas. I love the heart shaped boxes and candy with cute messages and teddy bears and cute sayings and flowers. Way back when I had the same 'boyfriend' all through elementary school, and he got me a teddy bear or a necklace or something cute each year for valentines day. I miss those days. I've never received flowers before, and I think it would be nice. Though I've never had my own 'valentine', it's the one day where I can see other couples being cute and appreciate their affection, instead of getting annoyed. I haven't been home for v-day in something like six years, because it's the same weekend as president's day, which means a day off from school/work, which means my mid-year escape vacation.
This year, as well as last, I am going up to Boston to visit my friend Joby and my college. Last year I went with Joby and our friend Eli to the boston aquarium on v-day. This year, I don't really have any plans. Eli will be in Haiti helping with medical aid, so it'll just be me and Job. I want to see Dear John so bad, but I'm thinking Joby, being a sixteen year old boy, does not. So maybe I'll just go into Boston and watch all the cute couples, secretly wishing I was one of them.