Month: February 2006

  • “This Valentine’s you were supposed to still be mine.” -Dave Kozak & the Supporting Cast-


     


    In honor of the upcoming Hallmark holiday, let’s revisit my Valentine’s Days passed, shall we?


     


    Valentine’s Day 2001


    Year: Junior in high school


    Age: 16


    Status: Happily single


    Story: I don’t recall how I spent the actual day itself, but beforehand I made homemade Valentines with my friends that we still laugh about to this day. Prior to Annie’s “craftiness” due to working at JoAnn’s, she was, shall we say, not the most talented artist ever. I’d just broken up with Munday, much to everyone’s relief.



     


    Valentine’s Day 2002


    Year: Senior in high school


    Age: 17


    Status: Newly re-taken


    Story: I had just broken up with Dave so that I could date Chris. He gave me a bag of random things for the holiday; all of the gifts had little notes on them as to what their significance was. Dave wrote “Second Thoughts & Paper Hearts” for me, but I didn’t find out until much later. Spend the day wondering if I’d made the right choice.


     


     


    Valentine’s Day 2003


    Year:  Freshman in college


    Age:  18


    Status:  Sort-of kind-of dating


    Story: I’d just met “Shively Tom,” with whom I spent both the 13th & 14th. I liked him, even though he made me nervous because he was way cooler than I was. Dave, who I was still sort of with, sent me a heart-shaped box with a bracelet & a bunch of Sixlets candies , along with a poem adapted from Jonah Matranga’s “Allison.”


     


     


    Valentine’s Day 2004


    Year: Sophomore in college


    Age:  19


    Status:  Very taken


    Story: I was a lonely army girlfriend, & my boyfriend, Scott (the one for whom I ruined my relationship with Dave), had just come home from Guard duty in the Carolinas to visit me at OU. At midnight, Scott’s mom called to say that a close family friend had died in a motorcycle accident- Scott left immediately. I spent Valentine’s Day alone, disappointed & worried.


     


     


    Valentine’s Day 2005


    Year: Junior in college


    Age: 20


    Status: Taken again, by someone else


    Story: This one’s infamous. I spent the day at Dave’s funeral, during which it rained & I spent all day crying. My then-boyfriend, Adam, came home with me even though he hardly knew Dave. I wore my Chucks to the service & spoke at the post-funeral luncheon about the time Dave & Joel & Stephanie & I went comet-gazing. Adam & I broke up soon afterwards.


     


     


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    Valentine’s Day 2006


    Year: Senior in college


    Age: 21


    Status: Mucho taken


    Story: I'll spend this coming weekend in Cleveland with Kevin, staying at the Holiday Inn & shopping at the 2-story Target. Sunday we're going to RENT & Sigur Ros. The actual day of V-Day we probably won't do much, but this weekend should make up for that. February 14th is a bad-memory day, anyway.


     


     


     


    The truth is, I kind of hate this holiday. It's so overrated. Two of my five past Valentine’s Day have involved death, most recently. Three of the five have significantly involved Dave, who was never my boyfriend on this holiday. Ironic, then, that this holiday will always be his, in my heart, no matter who I am with or where I go. You never forget a funeral that falls on a holiday, do you?


     


     


     


     


    “do we have the strength to make it there?


    would you think less of me if I said ‘yes’?”


     

  • “Stupid memories- can I forget all of that?” –Sondre Lerche-


     


    Due to Friday’s “incidents,” I’ve been labeled something of a town pariah, if only in my mind… this is going to take awhile to get over, but I’m trying to make the best of a really, really bad situation & try not to care what anyone else thinks of me, or of Kevin…


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    Tonight’s Grey’s Anatomy was so wonderful that I didn’t even do anything else while I watched it, which is rare for me. I screamed at the end because A) it was intense, B) it was a continuation, which is even more intense, & C) I won’t be home to see the continuation next week since I’ll be at the Sigur Ros show!!! Ohh, the frustrations of prime-time obsession with no DVR.


     


    Is it weird that I’m thankful that the weekend is over? That I want school to start again? That I actually like my classes; that I like seeing people from school; that I enjoy my new job & am looking forward to working this week? Maybe that IS weird… but thank G-d for small favors, right?


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    I WANT TO GO VISIT MEGAN & JESS & AJ! I WANT TO GO DOWN TO OU! It’s funny how the grass is always greener on the side that you’ve forgotten…


     


    I’m sick of drinking. I miss board games & movie nights & Sheetz runs. I want to do crazy sober things & have meaningful chats & abstemious friendships… anyone up for this? Now accepting applications…


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    Me, Peebs & the biggest bag of salad ever. EVER.


     



    Brian looks pretty scared of me... can you really blame him?


     



    Tav & I took a good one!!! FINALLY!

  • “We’re sorry now & we don’t know how to get it back to good.” –Matchbox Twenty-


     


    Second story went in yesterday. Catch it here. And they didn’t botch it this time, either!


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    If any song ever fit my group of friends perfectly, it would have to be Matchbox Twenty’s “Back to Good.” It’s the epitome of us. And that’s sad… but I love us anyway.


     


    Last night was fun until it became a fiasco. I’ve never cried so hard in my life. Okay, I have, but never for reasons other than people dying, I think. My eyes are still puffy. Fucking fiasco.


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    Speaking of expletives… I shouldn’t use them here. Yesterday I discovered that a 13-year-old reads this! (Hi, Alyssa). Mannnn, did I feel like a geek when someone recognized me in real-life via Xanga.


     


    Drama comes naturally, & so does difficulty. I try not to be difficult, but I think disaster follows me around. Anyways, I love my life, regardless. I’ve got it pretty good. Thanks, guys…


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  • “Head case, head case, turn that thing around.” –Louis XIV-


     


    Can I get a big “hellllls yes” for productivity? Because my afternoon class was canceled (another hellllls yes!), I woke up at 12:30 today & still managed, by 3:15, to have gotten in contact with various article sources AND to have written an entire article which will be completed tomorrow – a week in advance!


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    Best part of my day, besides sleeping in to a an hour that is, lately, ridiculously unheard of, I got a snail-mail letter from my wondrous Little. Included in the envelope was a plastic bracelet that reads “HANG IN THERE,” because she & I have both been in low spirits these days. I can’t wait until I find a spare weekend to go visit her & my other Sigma K lovelies.  


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    This weekend, I will work 20 hours. This is more than I generally work in three weeks. I can’t wait for payday… Maybe I won’t run out of money by mid-week after this one!


     


    I’m obsessed with Louis XIV’s ‘Pledge of Allegiance.’ What a hott song, I swear. “Can you keep a secret? Cuz the best little secrets are kept.”


     


    Thanks to the support of some awesome boys, I’m doing quite a bit better today than I have been the rest of this week. The two of you know who you are & I love you dearly. You keep me sane- and that’s a massive feat sometimes, I know.


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  • “Life is too short to wake up in the morning with regrets.


    So love the people who treat you right,


    Forget about the ones who don't,


    & believe that everything happens for a reason.”


     


    Something occurred to me today- why is it that we tend to be nicer to complete strangers than we are to the people whom we love the most? I noticed I’m the nicest person EVER to strangers. In fact, my new job is going fabulously because I generally have really good customer service skills… so why is it that strangers & acquaintances always think I’m wonderful & my own friends & family think I’m a pain in the ass (& that’s putting it mildly)?


     


    Let me explain. I don’t advocate being truly mean to anyone, but if you’re going to be a bastard, shouldn’t it at least be to someone with whom you have nothing to lose? I mean, if I’m a little bit nasty to the guy at the grocery store, sure, it might hurt his feelings, but he’ll pardon me & write me off as some nutcase customer & inexorably carry on with his day.


     


    But instead it’s the other way around. We treat the ones we love just slightly- and sometimes massively- worse than we treat those whom we don’t know. Why? Because they know us &, we hope, understand us, and we hope that, when push comes to shove, they’ll forgive us for taking our own personal angers out on them. Instead, we alienate those people whom we need the most; whom we love the most; whom we want to lose the very least.


     


    I don’t know why this is such an epiphany- probably most of you are well-versed in the practice of being nice to your friends. That is, after all, part of the meaning of being friends. I, however, have been taking my friends for granted. While I don’t blame myself entirely (I think I get taken quite a bit, too), I don’t want this to continue.


     


    You can’t take for granted the people whom you desperately need, and love, and want in your life forever. You wouldn’t smash your Ferrari with a hammer, would you? My friends are my Ferraris & I need to stop smashing them.


     


    Look, don’t expect me to give up my sarcasm addiction, or to quit making fun of people when they ridiculous things. At the same time, though, I’ve learned my lesson- friendship is supposed to make you happy… not miserable. And if I’ve been so mean lately, it’s only because I’ve been unhappy with the statuses of these friendships. So here’s to appreciating the people you love the most- and treating them like you appreciate them.


     


    I realized all of this today… & now it may be too late to truly put it all to good use. You know who you are & I love you. Regardless of whether or not you forgive me (I don’t think I necessarily deserve it… yet, at least), I promise to enact some new rules of action. Every step is a new lesson…


     


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