A story that ends with a very disgruntled cat.

I'd like to tell you a sad story. Sit down, mah child.

I made a new friend a couple weeks ago, his name will be.... Tiberius. Hey, it's a blog, I'm allowed to give people funny names! Anywho, I met him through some other friends and we all started hanging out during lunch. Well a few days later, we realized we're in the same math class! So when we realized this, he just started sitting next to me like it was the most ordinary thing in the world. This was a big deal for anti-social me because I previously had no friends in my math class and was just a very lonely kid with nothing to entertain her save binomial probability. But all of a sudden, behold! A nice guy decides to sit next to me! (And to do this he had to leave the more popular kids that he was sitting with.)
So for a while I was very happy. Every math class, we'd walk in together and he would sit by me. :) One time, we both sat down next to each other, but at two different tables that were pushed together, and somebody pulled his table away to the other side of the classroom. When this happened, he was like, "Oh no, we're being pulled apart!" And then he got up and sat on my other side, like it was the only natural solution to our separation. Okay, you probably see what I'm getting at by the level of detail I've gone into.
Basically, I started to like this boy. He shares my opinions on Doctor Who (that David Tenant is the best but Matt Smith isn't given enough credit, that Rose was a terrible companion, that the plot twists in the sixth season were the bomb diggity, etc...), loves Star Trek, is really funny, super smart AND on Speech and Debate AND Captain of the robotics team.... He's sort of my perfect guy. And I really thought he liked me too.
BUT, yesterday..... I was proved wrong because apparently, I'm very bad at picking up signals. Yesterday, he asked another girl to the prom. Obviously, I wasn't expecting him to ask me because we pretty much just met, but I had no idea he was into this other girl. To make things worse, she is a freshmen from my old middle school, so whenever I think about her, I always picture this tiny little sixth grader. He also did it in pretty much the most adorably romantic way possible. He asked her to prom... via robot. Yes. A robot drove up to her with a sign that said "Prom?", complete with a bouquet of roses. Part of me is sad because I really liked him, and the other part is really happy for the two because it was a very cute moment. Ohhh well, I'll just have to move on.
To be honest, I've listened to some sad Taylor Swift songs and now I'm feeling pretty good. It does kind of suck though, that every guy I start to like turns out to already be in a relationship. Never mind, I have my cats. I'll just have to resign myself to a life of feline love.

COME HERE KITTAY, PREPARE TO BE SMOOSHED IN REDIRECTED AFFECTION.

Well now I'm off. Did I mention it snowed last night and today I have no school? Hm, I didn't. You can tell I'm still not totally myself. Maybe I'll just bury myself in blogging today. Tell ya what, I'm gonna go out and take pictures of all the snow. That's what I'm gonna do! This will definitely take my mind off of my nonexistent love life.

Love and chocolate graham crackers. Oh who am I kidding, they're the same thing!

HAPPY:


1) VALENTINE'S DAY!!!


OR...

2)  SINGLES AWARENESS DAY    (...........giggle.)


If that's your case, I really am sorry, but at least you're not alone! We're in the same boat! Feel better? No? NO? Hey, don't make me push you off. And in case you're thinking, "Pshh I WANT you to push me out of the boat because then I won't be single", well think again. I've given this whole metaphoric boat situation a lot of thinking and concluded that the couples are in another boat, so falling out of the singles boat will really just render you soggy and wet in addition to still being single.

SO, now that we've figured out this whole boat thing, how 'bout we take a little tour of the history behind Valentine's day? This holiday goes back thousand of years, originating-----JUST KIDDING. What do I look like? The back of a sappy restaurant menu? I don't think so.

You know, this was a pretty good Valentine's for me. Yes, I have no "gentleman caller" and yes, the guy I am interested in has a girlfriend...... but still! I think I have more friends this year than I've ever had before and we've all agreed to be each other's valentines! :) So really... It's all cool bro. I'm  not feeling down, like so many other people who are no doubt at home right now, moaning over their little lonesome selves. That's the one thing I really kind of hate about Valentine's... So many mopey singles. Ickk.

I wish I could cheer them up by inviting them all to my house! I got home to find out that my maman and C-Dawg have been working on a special Valentine's Day dinner!

Complete. With. Dessert.

What's so special about dessert that you have to devote a separate sentence to each individual word, like an idiot 8 year old? I'm glad you asked, italics me. You see.... The dessert involves whip cream and mashed up CHOCOLATE ANIMAL GRAHAM CRACKERS! RIGHT??? To be honest I don't know whether I should be excited, or rather guilty that I'll soon be feasting upon their pulverized carcasses....

After further reflection I've decided to be excited.

Now I'm gonna go lick the whip cream bowl. Because I am soooo cool.
I wish you all a very very very happy Valentine's Day!!! Whether you're hopelessly in love (That shiver you felt in the time space continuum was me rolling my eyes, fyi.) or planning to spend the evening making small talk with your teddy bear across a bowl of spaghetti, I LOVE YOU FOR READING THIS, am certain that you too shall have a fabulous day, and ask you, dear reader... would you like to be my Valentine?