You know how my Valentines day started? I woke up in my shitty little apartment on the edge of town in Szeged, went to take a shower and found out that the water did not work, so I went to the kitchen sink, washed my face and hands, dressed, went to the supermarket to do some shopping. Went home and found out that the woman had taken advantage of my foriegner status and wrang my fish fingers up three times (They cost 900 Forints each), then settled down on my computer to Skype call my gf and tell her something romantic. She was not signed into Skype, so I logged onto my email to see what was up. She got her eye scratched by her stupid cat this morning when she was playing with it. She is gonna be ok, but right now she has to put crap into it and she says it hurts a tonne. Now I am gonna go do some romantic laundry, clean my bathroom in a romantic fashion, take a much needed romantic nap (I have been getting VERY little sleep lately), then finish the day off by doing my Magyarora homework.


(And if you think that is too much bad luck for a holiday, then you should have seen last Valentines day. We decided that we were gonna go to Romy's (It is a Nightengale that is locally very popular here and serves VERY good food). I go to her house to pick her up and she jumps into my arms and wedges her darned knee right into my darned testicles. I spent the rest of that night barely being able to move on her parents couch wishing that I could die, then she drove me home and wouldn't stop crying and apologizing. That was when I decided that Valentines day stinks.
I didn't make any of that up either. Valentines day really stinks.