"Wanderers this morning came by, where do they go graceful in the morning light"
Before I get going, I just wanted to put it out there that I'm now "live" on the web. Oh yeah. I'm officially a "vlogger" (is it just me, or is that word disgusting?). If you can't get enough of me here on My Mumbling Thoughts, then maybe you would like to hear me mumble over here. I'm not sure how often I'll post a video, because MY LORD, editing is a mission (especially since I'm still learning what cool tricks I can get up to in iMovie), and I have a lot of uni work that I've fallen behind on, but we'll see. Should be good times either way.
With that said, I guess I can go on to say that I survived the great VD without spilling any blood. I actually had a half decent Valentine's Day considering there seemed to be a substantial amount of couples gallivanting around, and I didn't vomit in my mouth every three minutes. So yes, overall, a very good Valentine's Day. All of the babies headed out for a night in Central with some of their friends from home, and I stayed in with Trish, Alex and one of Alex's freshers, Jemma, who is a delight. We figured since we're low on cash and have boyfriends that couldn't be there to share the day (okay, all three of them have boyfriends that they couldn't be with), we'd spend it inside in our jammies, lots of chocolate and girly films. And wine of course. There definitely needed to be wine.
We ordered an Indian takeaway and it was absolutely delicious, you know, after I waited THREE HOURS to get it. First of all, I'm never ordering from that place ever again. And second of all, they were so rude and inconsiderate, just taking their sweet time to deliver my food for the second time after they got my order wrong. Whatever. It got there in the end, and the leftovers this afternoon was amazing.
There was also some mildly entertaining boy that kept on ringing the flat and wanted to talk to us through the little speaker box. Bless his heart, he was pissed out his face, but it was fun to chat to him for a short time and have him go on and on about how sexy mine and Trish's accents are.
Yes, it was an okay day. I didn't cry, sit in my room alone and feel sorry for myself (or vlog) which is a good thing. I wasn't even that bothered by other people gushing over their Valentine's day gifts from their boyfriends. Don't get me wrong, these people are my friends and I love them like family. I probably couldn't handle listening to strangers gush about their boyfriends, but whatever. I digress.
I was really happy for them, and Alex showing off her giant Valentine's Day card from her boyfriend, or seeing Katie's toaster that toasts the words "I love you" into her bread, was really cute and sweet to me. I didn't roll my eyes or sigh with annoyance, because that's not cool. They're in happy relationships, and that makes me happy for them. Just because I'm rolling around in my Singledom doesn't mean that they shouldn't be allowed to have a moment of "awww's" from an audience of girls.
I kind of think of it like my quitting smoking. Just because I've stopped smoking (almost four months now!) doesn't mean that I'm going to scoff and chastise those that have continued to inhale that smoke that I once took so much pleasure in. I really don't have any room to say anything, and I don't like being a hypocrite.
Speaking of me being a non-smoker now, can I just take a moment and give myself a pat on the back? I thought I was always going to smoke, because man, when you do smoke, they are just SO. GOOD. But now, I find them absolutely disgusting and I don't even like the smell of secondhand smoke. Occasionally I'll get a pang to have one drag off a cigarette, but it only lasts for a couple of minutes and then I forget about it. I'm really glad I stopped for a multiple of reasons, but mostly because I just didn't like knowing that I was addicted to something, that I needed them. It was such an unhealthy codependent relationship I had with them. So here's to me being smoke free for many more months to come.
But now I feel preachy, and I hate getting into the politics of smoking and not smoking. Or being in a relationship and not being in one. Who cares in the end? So long as you're a happy bunny and life is good, then keep on rocking and rolling.