So we’re all into this secret Valentine’s exchange thing, and it’s a lot of fun. For once in my life, I have a secret admirer, and she gave me a box of Sweethearts. Nothing says “I Love You” (or “Call Me”, “Write Me”, “Marry Me” or “Dump Me”) quite like a candy heart. And, I swear I’m telling the truth (for once), one of the candies my secret admirer sent says “Book Club.” This is cool because, really, how random is that? What on earth does it have to do with Valentine’s day or love in general? And how perfect is it for me? Did I get the nerd version of candies, in which case my secret admirer knows me all too well. I haven’t been so excited about a candy heart since third or fourth grade, when (highly embarassing and sadly true story alert!) all the boys were required to give all the girls candy, and I got a purple heart from my crush and kept it for, literally, months. Possibly a year. How pathetic. But “Book Club”….now that’s cool, and deserves to be kept for multiple years.
Well, I have to scribble on some papers for my art final now. It’s hard to believe I’m serious, isn’t it? After that I’m going to research art history until my eyeballs fall out of my head. I do paint a lovely picture, don’t I? It’s easy to see why I just love Valentine’s Day; I’m such a sensitive romantic girl.