Or the account of my decline into barbarism (and all of the lovely, mad people who helped me do it).

Sunday, February 14, 2010


Friday I should have been reading Madame Bovary, got manicures and pedicures with Jen instead. It was flurrying when I met her, but it flurries every goddamn day here, so I didn't worry about it. We went to Ingles, bought pizza rolls and soy milk, and spun out on Merrimon. I shifted into first and crawled up the hill to campus, where Emily told me to stay. I spent the night with Jennifer in her dorm room. We ate peanut butter Oreos and stayed up until five watching Jersey Shore reruns.

On Saturday, Daniel and I celebrated Valentine's Day since he had to work today. We went downtown to Carmel's, but the sidewalks weren't salted so I stumbled through the snow in peep-toe platforms. Mistake? Daniel just shook his head and asked, "Why?"

Afterwards, we hung out and went to my apartment for the night. Edgar, my roommate's high maintenance Siamese, clawed at the bedroom door. In my red lace bra and boxer shorts, I chased the damn cat into the living room.

I'm spending the morning eating Russell Stover chocolates and reading the literature I neglected this weekend. Happy Valentine's Day!

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