Well Bloggers, it is Valentine's Day. Gag me. I've never really liked this holiday too much. I will admit that it is a good excuse to be able to go out to dinner and a movie with your loved one, but shouldn't you show people that you love them every day? It's a cute holiday but it sucks when you have no one to share it with ha. It has been a while since I have heard from my best friend (Like four weeks) and he told me that he sent my letter last Wednesday so I was totally expecting it to be in my mailbox Monday morning but no... a letter with my name on it was no where to be found. After being a little bummed out for a minute I came up with the conclusion that maybe he just sent it out late and it would definitely be here by Tuesday (today) and I thought perfect, what better day than Valentine's day to get a letter. While staring out my window this morning watching for the mailman, he finally pulled up. I got super excited and even a little nervous (lame I know, but it's been a while). I tried not to get my hopes up but I literally sprinted to the mailbox (I'm sure by now the mailman thinks I am a complete loser by running to the mailbox everyday but whate'er) I opened up the little box and...... NOTHING!!! ugh.. it was such a downer. After thinking about all of the possibilities again, I got thinking that maybe he wrote the wrong apartment number, like the one that I lived in last semester and boys live in there now and what boy in college checks their mail everyday? So it could still be sitting in the mailbox. Seems like a legit possibility right? I am highly considering knocking on their door, asking for their mail key and checking the mail myself. I know to most people this whole situation probably sounds super ridiculous but when you have a missionary, every letter feels like Christmas, especially if you haven't heard from them in four weeks. So because of that experience today I guess I have become even a little bit more bitter toward this holiday and to make matters worse.. while walking back to my apartment after checking the mail I decided that I wanted an Avocado sandwich (they make everything better) so I got out my Avocado, cut it up, and got the bread. When I went to slice my grandmother's delicious homemade bread I realized that it was moldy so I had to resort to having a salad. That was not a good moment for me. But life goes on. Sorry for all of the complaining. On the bright side I am going to see The Vow tonight with my roommates. I can't wait. Happy Valentine's Day everyone. I love you all. Have fun tonight(: