I'm Elana. Some people call me Lani. But you haven't attained that privilege, and most likely never will :] I post what I mean and I mean what I post. I'm right to the point, and I'm pretty realistic. I'm never mean, just confident and hard-headed. So here you go: A daily dose of verbal, pictorial, or videographic hilarity, failure, or something else entirely. I'm not a creeper... well sometimes... and only with Lisa or Margaret. :]

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29th January 2010

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It’s the greatest, most fucked up time of year…

Ahhh, Valentine’s Day… the day where guys stop acting still act like assholes, regardless of dating status. You can say I’ve had some, erm, atypical Valentine’s Day experiences… My ex boyfriend didn’t take the card I made him “because he didn’t like the candy that was in it”. Bastard, I spent like three hours making it, I mean, COME ON, MAN! At least take it! You don’t have to eat it! *Sigh* Self esteem goes down the toilet *cue flush*… My school gives out roses on Valentine’s Day. You buy them, and send them to friends or crushes/boyfriends/girlfriends. White = Friendship, Pink = Crush, Red = Love. It’s almost an underlyingly awful way to tell people no one likes them. I mean, think of that one kid who doesn’t get any. Seriously, folks. It’s only a fun holiday in two or three scenarios.

  1. Your BF/GF does something really really sweet, or you even HAVE a BF/GF to celebrate with.
  2. You and your best friends get together and have a movie night with pizza and gossip.
  3. That one person you love returns your feelings, finally making you feel like living happily is worth it.

Sadly, number three is just my little personal dream. I like a boy. A lot. But he doesn’t know, nor do I think he even remotely returns my feelings. Thus, I keep it secret.

Okay, so I have a question for you three followers, or more if people reblog me. What is your WORST or BEST Valentine’s Day experience?