Night bliss

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day...

Ever since we tackled "Hamlet" in our Shakespeare class, my idea of Valentine's Day changed dramatically. I could still remember being seated in the dark AVR and watching Ophelia sing "Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's Day..." Haha! Now it's a day before the 14th and I seriously got the lyrics stuck inside the thing I call head.

OPHELIA:

Pray let's have no words of this; but when they ask,
you what it means, say you this:

[Sings.]

Tomorrow is Saint Valentine's day,
All in the morning betime,(55)
And I a maid at your window,
To be your Valentine.
Then up he rose and donn'd his clo'es
And dupp'd the chamber door,
Let in the maid, that out a maid(60)
Never departed more.  [enotes.com]

Dutiful

Tada.

The mall? Oh yeah it is fun... but not when you go there 4 times a week. Even the chicken meal was not as satisfactory as it usually was. We were bored. Freaking bored. And boredom is like a contagious disease that you can easily spread to your companions.

Another factor contributing to my boredom: I was financially depleted.
When you're out with your friends, money means happiness. (especially when you're in a mall and everywhere you look a food chain catches your greedy eyes.)

Is back--- indefinitely

It's 2011 and I'm a year older. I hope this equates to me being wiser too.

It's all about thesis now. 

Me (talking to myself)

"There's more to life than thesis."

"Yeah. But you won't see more of life if you don't do your thesis."

*does thesis*