So far, it’s never been a highlight in my life. The one year I spent it not-single, was the worst ever. Every other year since I’ve been old enough to notice, it’s been… meh.
This year, I went on a lunch/cocktails/shopping date with my lovely housemate Sarah. :D
Personal highlight for me was shoving my driving license under the nose of the barman who refused to serve me alcohol recently, (the damn thing was in the post, as I lost the original during New Year shenanigans and was slow and stupid about sorting it all out) along with a triumphant ‘Jeez, (*eye roll*) I’m 20 for god’s sake. Do I look 17, really???’ ;)
I may be doing some more valentine’s-y things tomorrow, but let’s not go into that here. *Apprehensive face*
Sarah’s boyfriend (yeah, unfortunately she isn’t my lesbian lover) sent her a lovely bunch of roses and a teddy, and is coming to see her on Friday.
So far, so smiley.
I also managed to buy myself a (bargain of a) new dress – Small, black, ‘edgy’… so far, so typical me. One of these days I will branch out into colourful going out clothes, I swear.
(I also bought socks and tights, ’cause I’m rock ‘n’ roll like that).
For today’s smile, though, I had plans. I really did. Grand plans.
I bought dark blue and yellow and white nail polishes (already had black) and planned to paint a cityscape across my nails. Then I would post a picture on here, and be like ‘yay, I finally did this’, and be endlessly amused for the next few days until they chipped/I got claustrophobic and decided to remove it all so my hands could breathe.
(Don’t ask. [Mmmm, mm-mmm, I guess I take after my motherrr…] )
Unfortunately, the black had gone gooey and so things just didn’t work out. Nor did wasp/bee nails. (*Sad Face*).
So now I’m stuck, because I don’t know what photo to give you for smiles. Erm erm erm…
OOH. I dare you to watch this:
Believe it or not, that was part of the content of a group’s presentation in my lecture yesterday. Gotta love my course. That particular gem made me giggle a fair bit – if not whilst I watched it, (because cringe cringe cringe) definitely afterwards when I told someone else about it.
I feel boring if I don’t include a picture, so here is an old picture of Mummy Ethel (the legendary chicken who fought a dog once) complete with babies chillin’ on her back:
Much love, because it’s a right ol’ day for it, or something.