Then it was Valentine's day yesterday. It's a pointless day. People can say "I love you" any time of the year. I know it's good for if you're too scared to actually tell someone (which I haven't taken advantage of, ever), but it's on the anniversary of a saint's funeral. Not his death like the rest of the saints' days. His funeral. It's also stupid cause people go and waste money on presents... I suppose it's not a wast... God, I hate being in two minds about everything!
It makes me highly hypocritical, cause as much as I hate Valentine's day, I would still love to get a card. Cause I never have ever had one.
I didn't get one yesterday. All I got yesterday was a scolding for not clearing up properly after knocking things over and smashing a jar of Nutella (nooooooo!). It was my wee sister's fault it was smashed; she should have put it back in the cupboard instead of on the unit when I was washing the dishes (all the washed dishes piled up, then fell over).
I've got to go get my disclosure for the Beavers tomorrow night. I don't really want to see Chrissy and Lindsay: they annoy me immensely. Louise is alright, but I bet she'll get all excited to see me...