Happy Place. You know who you are, you know what I mean, let us not speak of it again for a long time.

Flowers are cool, but the girl “Nobody ever buys me flowers” thing is just a cheesey way to get someone they like who mey or may not like them to buy them flowers, often jsut to get them to stop whining about how they don’t get flowers, which can be interpretted by the recipient as “OMG!!!1 KAWAIII! HE/SHE LOVESSES ME!!!” while really it’s just a matter of pity. therefor I will not buy any non-relation/close friend flowers. Because flowers are evil.

I’m reading a webcomci recommended by a friend and it’s TERRIBLE! It’s like Love Hina, except worse, a thousand times worse, a blight upon all manga fans and the reason why people claim manga is nothing more than American wanabees ripping of pokemon art and failing. And the fanservice, oh god the fanservice?!!?!? Why do you so torture my eyes?????? That being said go out and read it. Share my pain. Because I love you and it’s Valentines right?

My cell phone has been having a secret affair with a roll of tissue paper. Scandalized! Oh1 right in the iddy biddy bits! Ach! (the last bit with a scottish accent) (Same with the next bit) Don’t eat the Baaby granddaddy, don’t eat the baby! Actually did you know pregnancy can cause serious blood pressure issues? (The more you know..!)

Euphoria! Oh the socks! When sunsrise dance upon the toaster, WHERE DOES THE D**M BREAD GO??? If only I had a white picket fence, somewhere thats green! (Mea Culpa..) GO LEMMINGS! GO LEMMINGS! Pardon the abraisive use of capitals, while no puppies were harmed in the making of this broadcast, several oranges and most of the rules of grammer were. Take that humane societies! MIke to listen, ear to speak, doesn’t help with the bloody SOCOM n00bs, the get camped, their problem, whine to their friends, not hte camper.

Someone once told me (yesterday actually) Family is Father And Mother I Love You. Get why? That’s really sweet, provided your and only child wiht undivorced parents, but I ttried it and I got something like Famasaspily, or Father And Mother and Sister and Step Parents I love you. or alternately, Ylipsasamaf, if you feel a bit backwards.

Yeah I suck at valentines days tish. Tish is my new word. But yeah. I know things have changed and are going to continue changing, and I accept that, but part of me doesn’t really want to. I had so much fun and I’ve been away long anough to forget being annoyed and sad, so it all seems like it was cheery and gumdrops, and I know it wasn’t but today is Valentine’s and I miss you. I miss home and I miss my friends and I’m terrified that when I come back, you’ll all be gone, and I’ll be different, and I’ll be going off to university, and leaving you still there, and I don’t want that to happen. I know someday I’ll make new friends, but I don’t want new bloody friends I want the ones I have and I want them here, and now and however long is possibly possible and if I’m clingy when I get back, tolerate me please, because I don’t want to lose you.

Poop, exchange students are goign to read this aren’t they? Meh, this is what I want to say, I just said it, and I’m happy. So there. Scratch a bit of the happy, but at least not sad, just wistful. So that’s it. that’s Valentines, from Evan.

Evan