Wednesday, better known as Thursday Eve (oh it's not better known by that title? It's just me that uses that term? It's whateva, just humor me). Thursday is an interesting day, a bit poopy and a bit glorious, there you go. I'm listening to Simon and Garfunkel, there are few men in this world that can sooth the soul quite like these two can and make you think that the '70s was probably the single coolest decade ever. However much they make me think this, I'm not entirely convinced that it is a truth. To be sure, the '70s were very influencial, pretty darn groovy and dare I say it: rockin' but there are so many other times that are equally as inspiring and interesting. Probably minusing the middle ages, ancient Rome/Greece and maybe even the Renaissance and a titch the '80s (but I can't totally hate on them . . .even though there's plenty to hate on . . .come on, I was born in the '80s, hence something good happened during that decade for me). I pretty much am fascinated by every time period and especially the fashions and the cultures and I guess everything but the politics. I can't much sink my teeth into politics, no matter the time.
Ok earlier I was really hot, so I put on my Spring/Summer matching pajamas with the blue stripes. Now I'm cold and it's time for a costume change: flannels with the hippie Russian nesting dolls. Oh dear me.
Oh and I've shaved my legs four times in the passed two weeks . . .let's just pause for a moment here, people.

It's the day after the day of love, as my roommate refers to it. How are we holding up? Are we a bit blue, or perchance a bit green from the unholy amounts of delicious chocolate and not-so-delicious conversation hearts that we've eaten? I personally made cupcakes, chocolate because everyone knows that's the only kind worth eating (especially if you're using a mix . . .)with pink and white heart sprinkles. Basically it's what one might refer to as quote-unquote: festive. Besides the fact that I felt domestic making them, even if it was a mix. I tried to make the frosting do this oh-so appetizing and oh-so chic twirly thing on the top of the cupcake . . .success eluded me for the most part. As did sightings of unattractive stuffed animals . . . partly refreshing and partly disappointing. What's a Valentine's day without cheesey cheap pink polyester playthings? I tell you now: nearly nothing. But here's what I don't love: calling Valentine's Day V-Day. MEOW!!! Not so much, I say, not so much. That's what we might call an uncomfortable word. Unlike James Marsden in 27 Dresses, but there is next to no time to talk about him, although I could go on and on about our date last night. But alack and alas class calls and I must go study Piaget's pre-operational stage of cognitive development.