Ok...it's Valentine's Day. Legend has it that St. Valentine was a priest put in prison for practicing his Christian beliefs. He befriended the jailer's young daughter, who was blind. Before he was executed he asked the jailer for a pencil and paper. After he was taken away for his execution, the jailer's daughter brought a note to her father and she opened it and a yellow crocus fell out and the note read.."From your Valentine". Supposedly the yellow crocus was so bright her eyesight was restored. I think for some people Valentine's Day may be really special, but at the same time I feel like it is one of those Hallmark holidays to rake in some money. Guys feel forced to buy gifts or take their wives or girlfriends to expensive dinners in fear of what would happen if they didn't. I don't see how one day of the year is made to show someone how much you care. St. Valentine wasn't like "omg it's Valentine's, I have to buy my best friend a flower". There is no right day to let someone you know you care. Over his stay in prison, every day was a simple conversation between friends. He made her see beauty in something simple. Love is not an obligation.
Otherwise...school is in full force already. Skating is back into motion as well. I have so much reading to do. Political science is so different from Biology. Every class is just readings. I also got into a theater class and had to memorize a sonnet, which I will be presenting in front of everyone tomorrow morning at 8 am. Yesterday I spent the day walking around my apartment..talking to myself...preaching to my stuffed animal collection..preaching to myself in the mirror...so needless to say, if I forget the words in class tomorrow I can only laugh. I already started my procrastination too! Instead of starting my readings..I cleaned my already clean apartment, I went to the mall, and I tried making chocolate covered strawberries, which epically failed. I put the chocolate in the microwave, but didn't stir it. So my apartment was full of smoke. I ended staying up so late, due to my procrastination, and today was brutal to stay awake in class. In my art history class I placed my coffee on my desk. The professor always dims the lights so we can see the paintings more clearly. As I did the classic "head bob"..my eyes rolling back in my head...I hit my head on my coffee cup and the coffee went everywhere. So embarrassing, but c'est la vie. My professor loves me. I clearly haven't gotten used to running around yet. Skating is going well too. I just ordered new skates, because I started getting tendonitis in my achilles. It is so much better now though. the trainer at the rink did stim therapy on it, which stimulates the muscles with electrodes. Doesn't really feel great when you get it, but feels much better afterwards. Ok well I need to stop writing, because I need to go read! Ciao :)
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