Hey Guess What. It's the Day of Love!

Who doesn't love to be loved.  And love to love.

Hm??

Well I had an awesome day. 

The thing is, I don't necessarily think that this day has to be reserved for "lovers" or couples.  

But just for people who love each other.

I particularly LOVE this holiday because:

a. it's fun to dress in the spirit clothing of pink and red.

b. i love hearts.

c. the decorations and gifts are AMAZING.

and

d. Love is so magical.

Okay, honestly that sounds way cheesy.  But love is so exciting!  When you admire someone else, and when someone else admires you!

I woke up today, put on a planned outfit, (involving pink and white) and then headed off to school.

I saw girls and boys carrying balloons and stuffed animals (stuffed animals being a little unnecessary, but chocolates are good), but what was disappointing was that I saw hardly ANY pink or red!!

I heard people all around me talking this nonsense of "Singles Awareness Day"!!! What is this?!  I understand that being single is good, and also being in a relationship is good.  No need to change the holiday, though.

I received the most lovely chocolate rose from this amazing girl: Kirsten S.

I even got to sport my new hairstyle (bangs) today! It's such a cool change.  Which is good I am enjoying this, cause I sort of hide from change.  

I also received a rose from a boy/man named Nick! And he asked me to be his valentine.  So I said "sure."  and then he said: "that's all? sure."  and then I replied: "oh, sorry.  I'd love to be your valentine!"

And then I went to practice, worked up a sweat. 

Then went to Zumba with Kirsten.  And sweated again.

Photo by Me

The best thing to hold onto in life is each other.

-Audrey Hepburn

Ode to the Book

When I close a book I open life. I hear faltering cries among harbours. Copper ignots slide down sand-pits to Tocopilla. Night time. Among the islands our ocean throbs with fish, touches the feet, the thighs, the chalk ribs of my country. The whole of night clings to its shores, by dawn it wakes up singing as if it had excited a guitar. The ocean's surge is calling. The wind calls me and Rodriguez calls, and Jose Antonio-- I got a telegram from the "Mine" Union and the one I love (whose name I won't let out) expects me in Bucalemu. No book has been able to wrap me in paper, to fill me up with typography, with heavenly imprints or was ever able to bind my eyes, I come out of books to people orchards with the hoarse family of my song, to work the burning metals or to eat smoked beef by mountain firesides. I love adventurous books, books of forest or snow, depth or sky but hate the spider book in which thought has laid poisonous wires to trap the juvenile and circling fly. Book, let me go. I won't go clothed in volumes, I don't come out of collected works, my poems have not eaten poems-- they devour exciting happenings, feed on rough weather, and dig their food out of earth and men. I'm on my way with dust in my shoes free of mythology: send books back to their shelves, I'm going down into the streets. I learned about life from life itself, love I learned in a single kiss and could teach no one anything except that I have lived with something in common among men, when fighting with them, when saying all their say in my song. Pablo Neruda

I sincerely hope you enjoyed your Valentine's Day.

-Mallory