I propose a mental vacation

Don't you hate it when you head hurt, not like a headache hurts but you feel as if the inside of your skull is throbbing and your brain is begging and knocking at the door pleading with you to find the nearest beach that is close by? Mine is.

This typography project is really kicking my donkey (Man, the ASPCA is going to be a bit concerned about me this semester). But one reassuring fact is that the rest of the class is struggling also so I'm not the only one out there getting shot down. But anyway, I feel better after taking a break from all the thinking, thus, the beginning of my brief "mental vacation".

Valentine's Day is coming around the corner this week. As I strolled through Wally World yesterday with the shelves chuck-full of red and pink packages of chocolate goodies to only add to the girth of my waistline, I realized that I won't exactly miss the gifts or attention this holiday brings.

It's quite funny, now that I think about it. My best friends, H and K, are on two different ends of the spectrum. H gobbles up all sappiness and heart-felt emotions that come with any kind of affection, she loves and actually thrives on it. It's her nature to love life, love others, love herself, and love God. Love was engraved on her heart, and then inside it's filled with colorful ribbons, hearts, stars, ponies, and anything that is bubbly and warm. K, on the other hand, detests Valentine's Day. She spits at the concept, she would even go as far as to spit on a cute cut-out of a heart and then rip it to pieces with her toes to then throw into a huge bonfire. I'm not saying that K doesn't have a soft spot, oh she does, but her Valentine's Day opinion is far on the other end of society. She even wrote about it for english class years ago and still posts it today in honor of her beliefs.

I don't mind Valentine's Day, it ranks with St. Patrick's Day and those other holidays that kind of come and go. In fact, without a significant other, it's more of a day for free chocolate and fun with no string attached. Last year I didn't get a Valentine's gift...which totally poked at the wrath of my mother. Looking back at those instances I see how unbelivably patient I was and how unbelievable smart I feel for getting out of that situation. Honestly, I don't care about stuff, I care about the thought. When it's not there, it's not there. As Greg Behrendt says "He's Just Not That Into You."

But that's another tale to tell that is much off topic. This room is boring. My side of the room seems exciting, but being here all by yourself most of the time isn't that thrilling. I probably need social interaction soon, or else Larold (the fish) and I are going to sit down and talk politics or something. Call the get help hotline soon. Seriously, do it. Are you doing it? Are you sure? Do you not want to help me? You better be calling it.

I think I'm going to get a snack. Wow, this blog is absolutly random, and probably has a million typos. I am very sorry for that, because I can't stand typos either, but I still do it. It's like hating people who don't use their turn signal and yet refusing to use it yourself. But the element of laziness needs to be included in that equation. I'm too lazy to do spell checks and to "re-read" what I have typed. If I did, I would truly see how random it is and then proceed to erase it chunk by chunk.

Anyway, catch ya later, and keep your snow shovel handy, it's still winter and the weather wants to flaunt it.