I wasn't going to write an entry until Sunday at the earliest, but I can't take it any more. I fucking HATE this time of year. No matter where I go, what I do, I am bombarded by reminders of Valentines day. It's a wonderful holiday if you actually HAVE someone special in your life... or so I would imagine. Not that I've ever gotten the chance to confirm that for myself. But for me, it's nothing more than a bitter reminder of how I'm alone and how I would kill to be with someone. But no, I'm not with anyone and there is nothing I can do to avoid seeing or hearing about couples in love unless I were to go out and find a nice rock to hide under. But of course even if I did that, my thoughts would still be nagging at me about it.

In case it isn't obvious, I'm not in a very good mood. Truth is I haven't been for a few weeks now. I've been getting either angry or sad at the slightest, most random things lately. Like the other day, I was thinking how nice a piece of chocolate cake would be, and I nearly cried. Why? Fuck if I know! Other times some slight irritant or inconvenience will make me want to smash something to pieces. And the worst part is, I have no idea WHY these things are bothering me.

Haven't arted anything lately. Think it has something to do with my mood.

Classes are going okay. Mythology's a breeze, history's not as easy as I thought it would be.

I'm done. Later.