I’ve had a bit of a love-hate relationship with Valentine’s day in my life. When I was in middle-school and ever so melodramatic, I hated it because no one was there to shower me in roses and profess their undying love to me. Then, I matured a little bit (or at least I like to think so) and when I entered high school, I began to see the positives and blessings in disguise that come with Valentine’s day despite being single. Hint: it’s candy.
I have a bit of a sweet tooth, to say the least. I love candy. I love chocolate. I love sugar. I love food. The end.
Valentine’s day is a bit of an overrated holiday and it really is only still in existence because of it’s commercial value, but nonetheless, I tend to like the holiday. I’m not in it for the mushy romantics, I just kind of like the idea of showing someone how you care.
At my school, they sell carnations for a dollar and you can buy one and then on Valentine’s day, they send whoever you bought the carnation for the carnation in the middle of class. It’s annoying after about the fifth time someone has walked in, interrupting the class to deliver a flower, but it’s kind of fun at the same time. I bought Becky one; we’ve always had this thing where we’re each other’s Valentine. It comes with the best friend package, I suppose. She bought me one as well.
And of course Andrew got me one. But, that’s not the best part of today. He bought be three and a half pounds of Sour Patch Kids. Yes. Three and a half pounds. He took the chocolate heart boxes and took out the chocolate (he claimed it was gross) and filled it instead with the Sour Patch Kids. I’ve never been so happy. We didn’t go out because it’s so crazy with everyone going out on dates. So we got some fast food and stayed in watching chick flicks.
I will probably never be this skinny again after I’m finished with these.
Happy Valentine’s day.