I hate Valentine's Day. I'm pretty sure that it's not out of spite that I don't have a boyfriend, but it's always a possiblity. I did get a present though, and I guess I didn't hate Valentine's Day much after that. I got a stuffed dog from him. Of course...it's from 7th grade. We agreed in the 7th grade that we weren't going to get anything for each other for Valentine's Day (We had been going out for a month.) He went against me though, and got me the dog I accepted today. I threw a fucking hissyfit. I wouldn't take it, but today, I did. It really picked me up. I still am smiling.

Mom is really freaking me out. I have to pick my schedule for next year, and she's freaking out because she doesn't understand it. If she would only let me explain things to her, she would understand.

I went to a swim meet yesterday. It was a lot of fun. I can't believe what I did though. I threw away my razor, with him sitting there. For the first time, I am happy with my life. He did throw me into the snow though. It was very cold.

I can't believe myself? Is this being hapy a phase? It has to be, I'm smiling way to much for it to be permanant.