February 11, 2011

So here I am again. It's my turn to write a blog post. I can hear the screaming in my head "write something good, inspirational, funny..." But... I have nothing. Nothing dear blog readers. So I'm stuck here write about stupid stuff. Which is not good, inspirational, OR funny. So... Sorry to disappoint you :)


Oh, wait, actually I just thought of a topic. LOVE. The cursed L word. The word everyone uses too often and never means. I am spending this Valentines Day alone. Not that it's any change from any other year. But every year, time and time again, Valentines Day turns into more of a joke and less of a day to show your affection to the one you love. For example; at my school we are selling carnations to raise money for some organization or another. You could have sent 3 kinds of carnation. One color meaning friends. One color meaning sweetheart, and the other color meaning Secret Admirer. With this sale comes the pressure and gossip of who gets a secret admirer carnation. Every girl wants one. If you get a Secret Admirer carnation, you instantly get promoted to the top of the school (or at least this is the lie lots of girls hear in their heads). Some girls have such a need to be the center of attention that they buy THEMSELVES a Secret Admirer carnation. How lame is that?
So on this Valentines Day I find myself sick. Sick of everyone flaunting their boyfreinds/girlfriends/husbands/wives. Sick of the puppies and hearts. Finding myself much like Kurt and Blaine in this weeks Glee episode. (Sorry. You guys are probably getting sick of the Glee references, but the show always seems to have something to do with my life.)


So here I am. Stuck. Loveless on Valentines Day. Hope you aren't in the same position as me.
-<3 Girl 1.




This weeks Glee Episode