Love Stinks.

I think that just about says it all. Why, you ask? Because it never seems to happen for me. I like a girl, and it never goes beyond that. A girl comes along who may or may not have feelings for me that I in turn may or may not feel as well, but I get so scared that I do nothing. As such, the whole thing just serves to further drive in how pathetic I really feel. This Valentine's day has probably been the worst yet for me. First of all, I was an ass and didn't take a friend up on an invitation to go up skiing, hoping that I might in fact do something. Instead, I didn't. I went to Borders and bummed around there for the afternoon. I got back and went to dinner with some of the other single guys in our dorm, hoping that maybe I'd spend the evening with them. However, after dinner, we all really just went our separate ways. At that point, I decided to take a brief nap. Consequently, I basically just slept through the evening. Any shot that I might have done something is now wasted, and here I am feeling like one gigantic idiot.

Sounds Like a Goth Place...

Last night, I went out to dinner at Catacombs, which is a really cool little pub downtown with a group of friends. On the whole, it was quite enjoyable. Good food, good drinks, what more could one ask for?

Further Proof...

Last night, I had a two-fold weird experience. Firstly, I had a dream. No, not some MLK-stlye utopian vision of racial harmony, but rather, a horrid nightmare. Secondly, I am cognizant of it. Now, those of you who know me are aware that I do not generally have nightmares, and usually do not remember any dreams period. The fact that I am actually able to write about it should clue you in to the strange nature of this experience. In it, I was stopping by a friend's room to say hello, which is not a very uncommon practice. However, after I knocked on the door, she flung the door open, almost killing me in the process. I managed to avoid this, fortunately. She was on the verge of apologizing, when she realized that it was me that she had almost hit with the door. At that instant, her eyes turned into icey pits of rage. She began screaming at me that I should always call before stopping by, but because I didn't do so this time, I was forbidden from ever speaking with her again. She then began to run through this angry litany of all my faults and transgressions, effectively condemning me in her eyes. At this point, I woke up before she became violent (just barely). I don't know what to make of all of this, as it makes no sense to me. This friend is someone with whom I have always had cordial relations, and am on generally good terms with (at least, I hope so), and I can think of no reason why I would imagine that she bears such immense hatred towards me. Quite frankly, it kind of freaked me out, and hasn't stopped bugging me all day.