I'm Bringing Oprah Back...

It's here, the thing that single people fear above all else: THE BIG V......

Valentine's Day of course, an awful day for us single people. It actually wasn't that bad this year. I didn't really care. I guess it's because all of my friends here are either a) single as well or b) have a boyfriend who lives somewhere other than here.

I realized something today: I feel frumpy. I mean, I was wearing my skinny jeans, uggs, my "Six and the City" t-shirt, my Pink Pony half-zip pullover, my northface jacket, leather gloves, and my mom's Burberry scarf. So by the quality of my clothing, you would not think frump. The weird thing is that I really didn't care that I looked frumpy. It's the dead of winter for God sakes. If I cared enough, I would dress up for class and freeze my ass off in the process. So, looking ahead to my upcoming move to either Lubbock, Texas or Lawrence, Kansas, I have gone on a quest for a cute yet incredibly warm coat. I'm looking for one with a fur trimmed hood. Oh ya, and it can't be super shiny nylon material. A little shine wouldn't bother me that much, but not crazy shiny. Any suggestions on where I could find such a coat?

As I walk to class, I people watch. I listen to my iPod mini (which to my archaeology lab's suprise is gold), and I examine the clothing of the people walking around campus. Many are like me: frumpy, but warm. But then there are other girls who you wonder how they could possibly not be getting frostbite as they walk to class. Seriously, I saw a girl walking around in nothing but a sorority jersey, cotton tights, and uggs...the high today was 36. How was she not freezing??? Another example: Last night was FIJI's (Phi Gamma Delta frat) Burning Heart's valentines party. So the girls across the hall are pre-gaming (trust me, I could hear them from my room very clearly...God I sound like a prude). I walk out in the hall in my sweats and I see this girl in this tiny red piece of fabric that would not even cover my ass and no coat. The low last night was 29. She was going to freeze her ass off, all in the name of looking like a huge whore. WHY, GOD, WHY?????

Ya, I know it's Valentine's day and I am the queen of bitter, so everyone was expecting some really bitter rant about how I don't have a boyfriend and I'm all alone and I'm going to die alone with a lot of cats. Well, I've learned The Secret: If you have a positive outlook on life, positive things will happen to you. If you have a negative outlook, then negative things will happen. So, thank you Oprah. I'm going to try and be more positive.

Another tidbit from Oprah: on her Valentine's day show, she had the sweetest love stories (I cried...twice...and that is saying something), but the sweetest story was about Owen and Mzee: Owen is a baby hippo, Mzee is a 130 year old tortoise. Owen became separated from his family by a tsunami on the coast of Kenya. He was later hearded into a wildlife sanctuary where he sought a new mother figure where he picked Mzee, a freaking old tortoise that had been described as a loner before she adopted Owen. Two years later, the two are still inseperable. They are so inseperable that the wildlife preserve workers where afraid that Owen was acting too much like a tortoise. So they introduced another hippo, Cleo, into their space. But Owen is continuing to act like a tortoise. That story alone restored my faith in true love...and the story about the Sudanese refugees...