Every day.

[ithika]

Every moment.
I won't say "Happy Valentines Day," in the "to you" sense, because my happy valentines day wishes aren't for you *Penny Arcade moment.* But, it was a nice day, because, well. I will get to that.

A lot of people are really against Valentines Day. I have to say, I totally understand where you're coming from. It's bad enough that Christmas and other fun, excellent things are commercialised, but love, too? So yeah, I understand the dislike, and I myself am not a fan of the "if you don't buy your sweetie things you are a bad partner" thing. However!
I like Valentines Day. I always have, even before I had a fantastorific relationship of my very own. Like in year eight, I loved seeing the older girls have that incredibly happy look as they clutched a single rose, or the look of abject terror mixed with hope on a young boy's face as he debates whether or not to deliver his message to the girl at the other end of the bus. I like the sappyness. Of course, all this makes the people not receiving interest sad (although when I didn't, I wasn't at all bothered), but... well, it happens, you know.

Someone on the radio this morning said "I don't need valentines day, because my husband and I have a wonderful relationship." Which of course is the point. If you need Valentines Day to show affection to your partner, either you need to open up a little more or your relationship is... un-good, or something. But I think it's nice to have an excuse to go out of your way to do something nice, because it's easy to take the little things in life for granted, and if you're not careful, I'm sure you could grow to take the big things, like your relationship, for granted too. So, while I think couples should do special things for one another spontaneously, it is nice to have a day to remind you how lucky you are.
And I'm a complete sucker for tradition and all that jazz.

Did you know, that there used to be a social rule,
way back when the men were "men" and the women didn't really do very much at all,
or at least not the upper class wimmins,
that a lady could ask a man to marry her
(rather than the other way around)
on Valentines Day on a leap year.
If the discerning gentleman declined, he was obliged to
gift to the lady
a pair of gloves.

Personally, I think us girls should exploit this tradition for all it's worth, and ask guys we know don't like us to marry us (there's one coming up next year!), then demand they buy us some nice silk or lace gloves when he inevitably declines.

So, I recieved warm-fuzzy messages which are always nice. And I brought Gavin a cheesewheel. A WHEEL of Cheddar. It's glorious. I would have mailed it with the card I sent him, but I thought it might be ruined and that would be cruel, because he so loves cheese. yeah, I sent him a card and filled it with sweet nothings and anti-gravitational camelids (llamas). I LIKE SWEET NOTHINGS.

For the record, am I actually the only girl who, when she says "You don't have to get me anything, I don't mind, but I want to get you something," ACTUALLY MEANS IT, and doesn't, in fact, mean in saying this something along the lines of "if you don't buy me something, I will make your life a living hell." Because... I actually meant it in the literal word-for word value. But nobody believes me.

Heroes is awesome!

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[bloodied-aura.livejournal.com]

It's delicious. Although not quite as large as it sounds.