Valentine's Day is coming soon. I usually hate it because I'm perpetually single but this year will be different. I am resolved to not let it effect me. I'm single, not dead. No big deal. I'll rent a sappy movie, eat chocolate till I puke, and read a love poem or two. It won't be as lame as it sounds. I'm pretty sure that I'll never meet anyone here who is my match. I gotta get out of Dogpatch. That rhymes. Ha. Seriously though. I hate hicks and I can't stand the thought of spending my life with one. I'm so over this whole home thing. I don't have a home here, or anywhere. I'm young. I should travel. Move around. Smile. Get some sun. I'm going to break these invisible chains some day. I can't wait to see the ocean on the wrong side. I'm in one of those "I Hate My Life" moods. I'm going to make a decision this summer on whether I'm going to continue with school. I either have to quit or make some changes. Or maybe start drinking. Yeah, that's it. I'll become a hopeless alcoholic. Fun. That way I'll have a reason not to get a job. The perfect plan. :-)