The Valentine's Edition

It's Valentine's Day, y'all. Some of you have had Valentine's Day all week because you've been snowed in and were boo'd up at the house. Good for you. I hope you're happy.

(Ignore the implied bitterness there; it was a joke.)

Happy Valentine's Day! I sincerely hope that those of you who were trapped in the house with your significant other all week are not now so sick of them that you're thinking about returning those chocolates, or whatever it is that the Boo'd Up buy each other on V-Day. I am not boo'd up, nor have I ever been, so I have no idea.

(That wasn't bitterness per se; more like the deep breath before the plunge)

This year, I'm single on Valentine's Day. For that matter, I'm single every Valentine's Day. No one make comments about how sad that is. I honestly don't care. At the same time, there comes a point in a girl's life where she has to wonder if it's normal that she'll be 25 in 8 months and has never crushed on anyone less famous than Joseph Gordon-Levitt (seriously guys he is so cute). It's easy to buy into the unmarriable/unlovable Black woman trope when it's been a quiet understanding from the last few guys you might have been into that you weren't what they were expected to bring home to Mama. Y'all know what I mean. It's easy to feel like you're doing something wrong in your life when you're the last single cousin and your relatives tell you every chance they get, "I can't wait for you to get a man; you'll feel so much better."

But that's not me! Not today it's not! Y'all post all the cute "Look what bae got me" pictures on Instagram that you want. I'm going to get myself a new book to read now that the roads are clear, I'm going to pick up something cute for my mom, and I'm going to flex my culinary chops in my really great but underused kitchen. I have 3 words for y'all: Turtle. Brownie. Pies. That's right. Be jealous. Again I say happy Valentine's Day. And since literary humor is fun....

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!

I was going to go for a less specific title, considering a lot of my friends aren't Christians and some of them celebrate multiple new year holidays, but then I said no. I learned that working at American Eagle as a lady screamed at me for wishing her a happy holiday (how do you get more generic than that?!) because, "Not everyone celebrates!"

She then asked me for gift receipts. Long story short, you can't please anyone, so I'm just gonna please myself.

That was poorly worded. Moving on!

My holiday's been great, thank you for asking, mostly because all of my favorite people came home. My friends came back from California/DC/Virginia/France/everywhere else in the world. My sister and her boyfriend came up from Savannah and my midwest family finally made it back to the southeast from Texas/Colorado. My dad was even around for a few days before the holidays! That never happens! Ah! I even got a few holiday messages from some people I hadn't expected to hear from. It was awesome.

I hope you all have had a great holiday/break season, and didn't do anything I wouldn't do on New Year's. I'm bringing in 2013 with a 3.0 GPA (I'm not getting kicked out of grad school!), marathon Simming, and a deviated septum.

Yes, you read right. I have a slightly deviated septum. No, I do not snort cocaine. Apparently it's pretty common (and natural) for a person's septum to be more to one side without recreational/habitual drug use, but according to my doctor mine is most likely the reason why I can't breathe 90% of the time. Or smell. Or get restful sleep. And that probably has a lot to do with why I snore like a moose. I'm going to an ear/nose/throat specialist sometime soon, and fingers crossed I won't have to have surgery on my septum/tonsils/sinuses/adenoids. Seriously. Cross your fingers.

I'm not really one for new year's resolutions, but this year I'm going to pick up some form of exercise. I say this every year, or at least most of them, but this time I mean it. Yes. And I want to read at least 35 books (already started one). I also saw a really cute thing online about writing down everything good, happy, and otherwise memorable thing that happens to you over the year and keeping it in a jar. At the end of the year, you read them all. I've already started writing things down.

And that's about it! According to a magical crossword I found online the 3 things that are coming to me this year are love, beauty, and experience. Really I had a tie between experience and popularity, but I think experience sounds more grown up. These things are all open to interpretation, so if any of y'all can interpret them let me know because I'm mad confused about it.

Starting next Wednesday I'll be back in class and the MBA battle will continue. One semester down, 2 and a half to go. December 2013, here I come!