This has been one hell of a week. Three tests plus designing a newspaper until 6:30 in the morning… I didn’t know that my body could run on only 7 hours of sleep in 2 days.

  But I wanted to update my very few readers on what I gave up for Lent.

  I’ve decided to give up the word “retarded.” I use that word a lot more than I should. Like “oh, that’s retarded” or “I’m just retarded.” But honestly, in my future profession, if I’d be interviewing someone and use that word as casually as I have been, I could possibly insult or offend that person.

  Now one side of me wants to say “Grow some balls you little sissy. You let one simple word that I used offend you? Geez.” But my more demure side says, “I had a grandmother who was mentally retarded, so I really shouldn’t throw around that word. It affected my life too.”

  Under normal circumstances, I would say Valentine’s Day is “retarded.” But now I’ll just say that Valentine’s Day is bull shit.

  I actually celebrated Valentine’s Day with my boyfriend the day after Valentine’s Day, because I was too tired and had too much homework Thursday night. I’ve decided that I will celebrate Valentine’s Day the day after from now on. Everything is cheaper, and I feel like I’m giving Hallmark the finger by buying their cards and candy 50% off.

  I’ve never been a fan of Valentine’s Day. When I was single, I was pretty bitter about it, I’ll admit. But now that I’m in love with a man who loves me back, I STILL don’t like Valentine’s Day. He knows not to get me a stuffed animal to protest his love for me.

  Honestly, the pressure to succumb to the stereo-typical Valentine’s regimen makes me want to puke. Wal-mart during Valentine’s Day season makes me want to puke as well. The crap is just everywhere!  Love is not about red balloons and bears. It’s about making an effort to show your significant other that you love them.  Flowers, hand-holding, good meal, and 2- hour sex are fine options for me.