The two loves of my life, and a girl.

This is my valentine;

I wake, dress for school, then have a cigarette on the walk to the bus. On the half-hour journey to school i write the first stanza and a half of a love poem. It is the fifth i have written in two days, and like the other is a perfectly cliched degree away from perfect. Still, this one will have to do, since school is almost started. I get off in the square and buy 40 Lambert and Butler before walking to a bench outside school, lighting up, and finishing the poem.

Then its into school, do my last prelim, skip the rest of the morning classes and, at lunch time, search for the girl - lets call her Gloria, since i like that name and it isnt hers. I dont find her. Instead i find a duo of girls, one Londoner who is nice, and a local who is also nice, but can be extremely tedious. They are freinds of mine, so i give them two of the failed love poems i wrote for Gloria, and they seem happy.

Then its home, and away to a singin lesson.

Home, that evening, and im sitting in the kitchen listening to Gary Moore and playing Civilization IV on th house computer, and on MSN with my mums laptop. Then one of my 14yr old brothers friends come through and invites me to join a drinking game. Well, as the man of the house i felt it my duty to show them how a real man drinks, so i joined them. While getting supremely drunk with them i kept talking on MSN, and by the end i was flirting quite extravagantly with Gloria (I rather get the feeling i embarrased myself). Then, when she left MSN and i won the game we all went up to the barns (this was at about 2AM) and got totally wasted on Mikes hash.

As a story of me breaking my self-imposed hash embargo i feel i must do it duty some other time, but merely as a story of my valentines day, i feel i have said enough.

So, my valentines day romance was one with drugs, rather than the heady strength of love, but a romance it was, and i regret not one moment of it.