Love is in the air today. Everywhere I look around, there's love in the air. Every second? Every... err, sound?

Bullocks. Valentine's day is overrated. There are those who are absolutely over the top and strolling around on cloud nine with their partners, smiling, singing, dancing. Then, there are those who wish they were up there with the others, smiling, singing and dancing to love. They are the ones who watch from below in envy and only wish to be like them, to live a life like them, to have a partner who cares for them, to be appreciated as a someone - like them. It must be a great feeling, anyhow.

And of course, there's us. The rest of us, who just couldn't give a shit about Valentine's Day, and who get's flowers and chocolates and roses and letters and cards and all that crap. We sit on the sidelines, falling asleep and trying to keep those who weep on the floor quiet. Who needs chocolates and roses and cards and letters and lovers, when we can celebrate being single and merry and without commitments and without stress of thinking of the BESTEST (non-cliched) Valentine's gift for their loved ones! Oh yeah, go us.

But then, I received flowers today, that were actually from Miss Judy Ng, but signed off as Ewan McGregor, which I thought was rather lame - yet, at the same time, very cute. Melissa had asked me why I didn't receive anything from Daniel (Craig, duh. You should know by now!), and I said to her that Daniel's been having a shit week - what with his BAFTA Best Actor loss to Forest Whitaker, and everybody and every journalist being an ass by unappreciating and dishonouring the great work he put into Casino Royale through comments about his tight blue swimmers and killer body. Poor thing. Bastards who don't appreciate his work.

Pictures soon to come! From Jamberoo (boarders closed-weekend) and from random stuff. Birthday, that's what. I apologise for the lack of more frequent updates. School has been veryvery cumbersome and I've been increasingly busy with school commitments such as band (3 times a week, for 3 different bands!), tennis training (3.5 hours of training a week! Including matches on Sat morning, which makes it 6 hours all together!), History extension classes every Wednesday after school for two hours, assessment tasks falling into place one after another, school events (such as the swimming carnival on Friday), study and homework. Sigh. I totally remember the posts I made about my busybusy schedule last year, and this is like the same thing all over again.

Only twice as hard, given that I'm in Year 12 and I have extra homework and study commitments and assessment tasks that actually MEAN something.

Going to bed. Jazz band tomorrow morning, must wake up at 6.30am. Damn it.

Cheers.

& turned on the lights; 18:40