Hello Valentine's Day Weekend

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Looks to me to be another Valentine's Day weekend all on my lonesome. It's extraordinary how a majority of individuals are single yet a majority of the holidays that I know of are burning reminders of your singleness. I mean seriously, couples everywhere! Why do you have to do this to us single people, world? Come on, give us some slack. We can't all get someone special to spend the holidays with.

Anyways, this Sunday has been spent listening to BBC Radio 1/1xtra. Wonderful music station, give it a listen at their site, BBC Radio 1 and Radio 1xtra . Whilst listening to these top-class beats, I've busied myself with schoolwork. Ah, what a diligent student I am. Not to say that the couples spending their weekend loving and cuddling aren't so diligent, quite the contrary. They're totally legit people who have good reason to spend time with their special someone over some paperwork. I mean, seriously, who would want to spend their day doing schoolwork? Certainly not me.... oh the sarcasm.

Let it be known, I may be a little apathetic to Valentine's Day, but I'm not hating. You all can enjoy your one-on-one time with your special someone while I mope and gripe like some modern day Scrooge.

No ditty today. It'd be too scathing for anyone to handle.

Cheers!

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  1. UnknownFebruary 21, 2011 at 7:37 PM

    I now wonder what you will say WHEN YOU DO get a gf- i.e "your special someone" :P

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