Call me Bay

I guess my current love life consists of me living vicariously through everyone that is either recently married, recently engaged or recently hooked up.... which, realistically, is everyone at BYU. Remember the summer of '04? Well, winter of '10 is definitely rivaling it for The Season of Love. It's sickening. Everywhere I look I feel like I'm intruding upon intimate moments.

I watched as a girl traced "I love you!" on her fiance's back during class. Really? Really? Why on earth would anyone think that was appropriate behavior. Vomit. And it's not even spring yet!

I have two theories: 1) Global warming. 2) Aliens. I'd say both are equally likely.

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The YW from the home ward brought Valentine's Day gifts to all the single sisters yesterday. My grandma got one. And so did I. Ha!