Deux

Day Two:

*Le sigh*

Seventy-nine days to go. Sundays depress me because it means tomorrow is Monday, which means I have five more days until another weekend begins. I can do this. I can do this. I CAN do this.

Tomorrow is Valentine's Day. I HATE Valentine's day, and it's not because I don't have anyone to spend it with. I hate it because of everyone who bitches because they don't have anyone to spend it with. It's just another day. You'll still be single the day after Valentine's Day (assuming you aren't desperate enough to call up some ex to take you out), and chances are, you'll live through it.
I have a date with a volleyball tomorrow night, and being too tired to do anything else after practice, I will probably then go back to my dorm, put in a good movie, and do homework. I might even forget completely about it being Valentine's.

That's my gripe.