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They say French is the language of love, it sounds like drunk frogs when I hear it.
[2004-02-14] @ [3:28 p.m.]
Ah, Valentine's Day. The Day of Love. The day of couples. The day of fake love commericalism. And here I am, lying on my couch, my wireliess keyboard in my lap with Lacuna Coil playing "Heaven's A Lie" on my stero. There is no time like the present I suppose. I just feel really moody right now and somehow left out of a giant circle; today of all days. Valentine's Day is suppose to be a day of happiness, warmth and of course love. Duh!
Why then do I feel so out of place right now? I haven't done anything today like I was suppose to. I didn't go up town like I planned. I woke up considerably earlier than planned (around six this morning to be exact.) I have done my Chemistry homework which leaves Math which I shall do later. I just really don't know what to do.
What can one do? Honestly, I really don't know. I'm just going to try and make the best of it. I'll just spend this V-Day Saturday like any other. I will just be glued to my computer until I go to bed. I find new rings to join (like a Bilbo Baggins and Peter Jackson rings) and I just got surfing in hopes of finding something interesitng. I did actually find some cool stuff. I found this really online translator from Google. I started to send e-mails in French (though I do not know the language) to Amanda who happens to speak French. Then I sent an e-mail in Spanish that she had to figure out using the translator. That and I found some really neat wallpaper here. Right now, I have one of Frodo holding the ring in Mount Doom. He looks spent and craving for the ring. Below is the text 'Hope Fails'. I feel somewhat angsty in the moment. It is really cool.
Now, out of boredom and curiousity, (for the readers) what is your wallpaper right now?
My dad is right below me and I have Lacuna Coil cranked up and he hasn't said one word yet. Hahaha, why do I feel so evil today? I'm not truly evil. The Slurppe machines at Seven-Elevens are though. Yesterday, I mentioned briefly of an--incident that I had with those certain machines. None of the slurpee despensers wished to work. None. Through all the little taste things, I took what I could get. One came out so suddenly that is splattered all over my face and all over. During this, someone saw and I made a fool out of myself. I am such a loser. The frozen drink ended up tasting like a really bad type of medicine according to my dad. I was actually quite happy with it, though it did taste odd.
I am just laying on my couch doing nothing. I don't feel like doing anything. I don't even want to drive. I have South Park episodes on disk somewhere. I'll watch those.
Till tomorrow.
Happy V-Day.
So, quick thanks for the image from confusedvision, under the Creative Commons License 2.0. The inspiration came from Lacuna Coil, an awesome gothic metal band from Italy.
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