This Valentine's Day, I hope you don't mind speaking to friends who have romantic dinner planned. To be honest, I don't mind at all. To me, relationships are things people want, but they're also very draining! Many only realise the destructive quality of their relationships when they're through. Is that you? Could that be you? Beware!
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| I'm Telling You: He's Rich, sure, but Ugly! |
Crazy Weather
Yes, like the beginning of a stunted conversation, I am talking about weather. This winter has been one of the rainiest in British History. England remains flooded, and Cardiff is frankly, quite dreary. Last night, the tumultuous hail beat down upon me and Emma on our walk home, so we huddled under our umbrellas and had a "conversation". When we spoke today, we both had the same realisation: neither of us understood one another due to the pellets pounding on our umbrellas, but we were polite enough to smile and nod the whole trip. What fun!
Meanwhile in the States, Hammer assesses the situation thoroughly, providing a weather report.
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| Woof, the Wind is Blowing from the South, EndWoof |
The MatchMaker in Me
I absolutely love speaking to my friends about their crushes and egging them on. I've been giving Louis advice on how to ask a "Western" girl out - a girl who has no idea she is the focus of his attention, and has had no interaction with him thus far. I figure she'd be flattered if he went up and asked her to coffee, right? True love can come from the most unexpected of places… right?!
I've insisted to Emma, Laura, Kelly and Adina that we must go on a quintuplet blind date. I just don't know where we're going to find five amicable, and mildly attractive men. Andrew pitched in that he'd like to find a nice man too. A Sextuplet? That sure sounds promising!
And last but not least, I encourage my class to make fun of my great respect (which they interpret as a crush) for one of my tutors. I ask him questions in class, and he responds at length, having eyes for me and only me. He's 38 and married. I'm 22 and unmarried. It's quite titillating. Unfortunately, he abhors Musical Theatre, so I won't be able to send him this:
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| Fiyero and Elfy 4eva! |
True Wuv
Okay ladies and gentlemen. Now for the real deal/true love extravaganza. I have been in love for as long as I can remember…. with food.
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One of My Favourite Gustatory Combinations
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This is an inherent, irrepressible love. Once, when I was little, my piano teacher asked my brother, "Does she like to eat?" Yes, yes she does. I am chubby, Piano Teacher. What of it?!
Furthermore, I love books.
Books are awesome! Funnily enough, I mostly remember the food-related details of books.
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| Chow Down, My Dear Friend |
Like the delicacies of the feasts at Hogwarts:
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| Dear Rochester, The Food at Lowood was Terrible! Now Let's Gaze at One Another a While |
Or the overcooked porridge in Jane Eyre. Whoever was in charge of the kitchens at Lowood Institution is an idiot. Overcooking porridge? Seriously one of the easiest things to cook. NEVER sending my children to Lowood.
Or my Personal Favourite: What Mr Tumnus serves Lucy on her arrival in Narnia: Sardines and Eggs on Toast.
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| I Swoon for Thee [Cooking Skills], Mr Tumnus! |
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| And I Swoon For Thee, Afternoon Snack! |
Bromance is in the Air
Last but not least, the two straight men of my course have a thing. They toilet together, they share meals and hairspray. They match clothing unintentionally and laugh unreservedly at one another's jokes. I love to watch the pair of them relishing in their love. So much so that I take pictures of them ordering drinks and nachos (to share) at the bar.
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| I Love Your Top! Wanna Grab Dinner Together Tomorrow Night? |
No Matter
Bromance, Romance, No-mance. Whatever your choice of action this Valentine's Day, I hope you forget it by the end of the year! Peace out, Amorous Fools!
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