A New Leaf

That's what I need. A new leaf. So I can turn it over.
For some reason, this year, Valentine's Day has been a weird and random landmark in my mind about a lot of things. By which I mean that I have been thinking things like "Oh, after Valentine's Day I'll stop buying things I don't need" or "I'll stop going to overpriced food places" or "I'll really start studying for my classes" or "I'll start doing something about the food baby that is not leaving the way food babies traditionally have in my life (which relates back my second thought, I think)"

And guess what? Valentine's Day has come and gone.

I've always kind of had high expectations for the day, which is silly because beyond sixth grade I've really had nothing much to look forward to, except a lot of treats (which I now have to, for the most part. provide for myself, which makes it twice as lame. And my parents usually get me a card or something. I don't know. I guess this year I just had some things I was hoping for that were too specific to bank on, and now that the day is over I'm just left sitting in my cat bed made from two chairs pushed front-to-front in a too-tight dress with my pint-of-late-night-snack-eaten-in-a-half-hour-food-baby sticking up at me and the knowledge that ok, fun time is over and I've got to change things or I'm going to be really unhappy in a few days, weeks, months, who knows. And that kind of sucks. But it's life, and you've got to face the hard stuff sooner or later.
So, as much as I like sleep, I'm just going to watch a movie at this terrible movie-starting hour and drag out this half of my life for as long as possible. Maybe The Matrix. I've got nothing to do tomorrow anyway. Except everything.