To Those of Us Who Knew the Pain of Valentines That Never Came

Upon looking at my Disney Princess calendar, I have discovered that Valentine’s Day is in a few weeks.

Sigh…

Looks like another year of sitting in my room listening to Journey and “All Cried Out” By Lisa Lisa.

I actually had a deep, insightful thought (rare for me, right?) about what I want for Valentine’s Day, which I will post when I don’t have an essay to edit.

Of course, I wouldn’t mind a serenade from Grapes (hint, hint).

Just as long as it isn’t “Big Girl, You Are Beautiful” Some mo fo’ gon git beet up fo’ that shit.

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I hate how no matter what I say or write, I sound like a dork.

I Just Want To Tell You How I’m Feeling, Gotta Make You Understand

Our english play sucks. Here is a summary:

Me: I hate you.

James: I love you.

Me: You’re a fatty

James: You have a big ass. I like it.

Me: I hate you, but I love drugs, motorcycles and emo music.

James: NEVER GONNA GIVE YOU UP, NEVER GONNA LET YOU DOWN, NEVER GONNA TURN AROUND AND DESERT YOOOOOUUUU~

Me: OMG! I’m so in love! Let’s get married.

 

I totally wish I were joking right now.

That’s not even the bad part of the play…