It's so lame, so cliche to say this, but i'm simply going to anyway. I. Hate. Valentine's. Day. One of my mom's co-workers has heartbreak associated to this made-up holiday, and because of such, I made valentines day "survivor" ribbons. Pretty much like the AIDS or Breast Cancer ones...only black. We all wore them with her, so she knew we all cared. I should have made them again this year; I could have used it.
Though, all in all, it wasn't a horrible day; i spent most of it studying.
Went to church at 6. A year and a half of college under my belt, and I still can't make it through mass without crying. I always get so homesick and miss mom during the service. Oh well.
knitting, then bed. another week on the horizon.
here's to a great one.
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