Valentine's Day...

...can kiss my ass. Today was the first time I've ever been depressed about this holiday.

I might be getting home early for break. Mallory's going to her dad's house on Wednesday night and flying out of Manchester on Thursday. If my dad can get Thursday off, he'll come pick me up at Manchester airport on Thursday morning. Otherwise, I have to get a bus home and find a ride to the station.

I'm getting my hair cut and stuff when I'm home. My cousin, Chelsey, is going to do it for me. This is what she had to say: "I have some ideas to keep your hair long but to razor it and make it more piecey. I also had some ideas for color if your up for it. I know you like the red, so we can keep in those tones but put some chunky hilites to accent the cut." We'll see how it comes out.

She and I have plans to hang out and watch Survivor together too. Which I missed tonight. I went and saw Brighton Beach Memoirs instead. It was good. Not the best play I've ever seen, but it was still good. The actors were really good as well. Not much of a critique but oh well.

I have to get up early for observations tomorrow. I don't remember the last time I had to get up before 9:30. Eww. So I'm gonna head to bed early tonight. Bye, bloggers!