Valentine's Day

I fucking hate Valentine's Day.
Hate. It.
And no, it is not 'cause I'm one of those 'yay, Singles-Awareness guys!' people. No, bad things just happen on Valentine's Day. Not only does school suck because of all the couples making out and casting cutsie-eyes at each other, nor the equally annoying couples saying, 'I love you', to which the lovee answers a moment later with '. . . I love you too'. No, that is not the reason. Bad things just happen. They. Just. Do.

Plus, people are so brainwashed. Most women think that if their guy doesn't go 'you are the stars in my heart' or something equelly as vexing and then buy them mounds of chocolate and roses that there is no love in their relationship. And tell me, what do they give the guy? Sex, you may say? No. No. Mister Right gets nothing at all. Maybe a think you before our selfish chiquita gorges herself on the chocolate and then finds something bad about the roses to bitch and moan about with her friends. I feel bad for the male population. And yes, I am fully aware that it isn't Valentine's Day yet. But I can assure you that when it does roll around (ahem, two days) that I will be rocking back and forth in my closet and clutching my head just like the recluse I am at heart.

I saw a girl today that had a copy of 'Breaking Dawn', the final book in the Twilight instalment. Now, I am not against the series, I think that they got people to read that normally wouldn't do so and that cannot be bad, right? But I am against the kind of worship that this girl was doing. The pages were literally brown with use, and when she flipped through it to find her spot I saw that nearly every page had highlighted lines, and often the corners were folded down to mark something particularily romantic or whatever. Upon a closer look, I found that most of the highlighted lines were said by Edward. Now, after than, you tell me she wont be happy with 'hey babe happy Valentine's Day'.