I've been dreaming of a white Valentine's Day.

It is almost Valentine's Day. The day of love and red. White + Red= Pink. The day of massive amounts of balloons and candy and flowers and cliche marriage proposals. The day when my mommy buys me candy. Yup, that's about all the good I ever get out of it. I'm not sure why but I never seem to have a significant other during this time so it's usually boring.

So today during the day at school I saw countless number of balloons. COUNTLESS. It's ridiculous. What's the deal with balloons? Does a balloon signify love? Why wouldn't you just use that money to buy them some gift? Or a better gift? But a balloon, really? Do you hope that they'll float away and never see them again? I've seen it done before. I just...you know....I just want to pop them all. It's not a big deal. Like poking balloons with pens. And watching them pop, looking around all innocently like you have no clue what happened. Even if there was no one else in the hall. I'd walk up, pop the balloon and look around mystified. When they kept staring at me wondering why I did that i'd just look at them and be like "Spontaneously com-busting balloons, what's up with that?" and then i'd walk off pretending to fail at whistling.

This was me in the halls. Minus the smiles.

I had a snow ball fight. It was great. My hands got cold. I nailed my best friend with a snow ball. I loved it. Get off my blog. Go play in the snow you fools. I'm not that cool. (Don't tell me that though)

The End.