girlnamedxena

Just filled out all the applications I got at the job fair, wrote to my grandparents, went to the bank and cleaned out my purse. Considering how I started at 3:30 and it is now 5:30 I'm feeling somewhat accomplished and pretty exhausted.

Woot! Live band at Alibi's tomorrow! (Janine, you'd better come!) And my dad dropped by bearing Valentine's day cards and chocolate >.< Jo's card had Snoopy on it, with pop-up sunglasses. Mine, however, has pink ribbon and inspirational-hallmark-kill-me-now-gooshy message about daughters and how great they are or whatever. Sigh. Oh well, I still got chocolat so I can't complain. Hershey's kisses, which is considerably better than some of the crap in heart shaped boxes that goes on sale.

Yes, I loath Valentine's day, and I freely admit it. And this isn't like Christmas, where I complain about it, but secretly love it. I. Do. Not. Like. It.

But I do like chocolate. Good chocolate, anyway.