Valentine's Day

One should focus upon the positives, goes the old maxim with a thousand variations. Even more sterotypical is the idea of thoughts on singlehood on Valentine's Day; a fact as universally sterotypical as how bubbly couples are on this day.

So, I am single. I currently have no prospects for dating (noone I plan to ask out anytime soon, nor anyone I believe is interested in me); which is not unusual for me, as I tend to be picky. I tend to like extremely intelligent, yet pretty girls with fairly dorky interests, and those are rare. Rarer still ones not dating, or interested in me. So I will likely be single for awhile.

Does this really bother me? I look deep within my heart, and I don't think it does, no. A part of me regrets it of course, but that part is a shallow and hollow thing- the metaphorical whispers that creeps in our ear at night when we sleep - and I heed it not.

In truth, far greater a concern to me is physics, and trying to succeed in it. I know I will not, and in truth I am having trouble summoning up the motavation to study or do homework right now. I am watching the Daily Show instead. I slept most of the day - a snow day (Clarion's first cancellation in 13 years) - and yet I find myself still tired. I have deprived myself of sleep.

And so, when it is over, I shall study. And combat the only thing which truely gives me cause for grief. Physics.

Valentine's Day isn't really so bad. Sometimes, old sterotypes are just that - things to be ignored.