I suppose it’s Valentine’s Day yet again, and I think you know how I usually feel about that. This year it’s more of the same: Valentine’s Day generally sucks, being mostly about fake romance manufactured via roses (creepy), boxed chocolate (gross), and heart-shaped jewelry (gauche).
I must admit, though, I do feel approximately four percent more susceptible to the cruelties of love than usual: usually I am an ice-cold, steely-eyed, iron-hearted machine, going through life just waiting for my chance to punch a knucklehead in the neck.
Lately, however, I seem to be all a-twitter, engaged in wishful hygiene and beautification activities like nail-lacquering, leg-shaving, and lip-glossing. I should probably attempt to snap out of this weakened crush state before I give absolutely all my money to the pretty people at Sephora. On the other hand, it is kind of fun — it would really only be more so if boys weren’t such clueless fucking idiots.
In other, more scholarly news, I have read my course evaluations and I have a few things to say about them. That will have to wait for another post, though. In the meanwhile, I hope that you are all surviving this awful joke of a holiday and that no one has made you any creepy, nougat-filled demonstrations of love.
“creepy, nougat-filled demonstrations of love”
oh. my. god. i can hardly type i am laughing so hard, and, of course, the 7th grader in me thinks that one of those might not be so bad? eh?
Noogie-filled, that sounds like seventh grade - well, maybe fifth.
Mmmm, nougat.
Except that EWWWWW, nougat!
Several years ago, we were traveling through France, headed south towards Monaco. As it happened we were, at times, on route of the Tour De France. The towns were festive, with large crowds etc. But out in the countryside, we came to an intersection where there waas a man with a heavily laden bicycle, holding bags, who came running up to our car screaming NOUGAT! NOUGAT! We had NO idea what he was saying, and it scared the shit out of us. We drove off quickly. It was much later we realized he was selling candy.
Mmmm…love nougat.
S — See, it’s kind of creepy!
T — I am not a fan, myself. For chocolate fillings I prefer caramel, peanut butter, mint, or whatever that magical goo is inside a truffle. Mmmm, truffly goo!