I have never, ever had a date on Valentine's Day. And today, I'm going on a very sketchy, blind-group-date with the friends of a friend of my friend, and my roommates. The whole ordeal has huge potential for a very impressive disaster, and, of course, the likelihood of presenting a whole evening of future writing material.
I have two months until I turn twenty. And in one month, I'll be in New York City.
I do, actually, really enjoy my life. Maybe that's just because it's Saturday and I slept in until 10:30.
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