I Started Following People That I'm Not Sure I Know But Might Possibly Do...Know... Um... What? Happy Commercialism Day!

Woah... I just like, totally confused myself in the title. I also had a lot of sugar at the same time. Let's see what explodes onto the page then, eh?
(Gar. Friggin' jump break won't work. I was gonna capitalize it, but I won't because I'm frustrated.)
Wait, was I supposed to blog about something someone cares about? Meh. Whatever. Anyway, happy Holiday-That-Was-Taken-Over-By-Commercialization-And-Uses-A-Shape-That's-Supposed-To-Be-A-Blood-Pumping-Organ-But-Looks-Nothing-Like-It-To-Represent-Love-Even-Though-Love-Really-Shouldn't-Have-Anything-To-Do-With-That-Certain-Muscle. Yes, Valentine's Day! I enjoy overly-long names using hyphens.
Valentine's Day, like Christmas, is something that was supposed to be a special holiday, but was mostly taken over by commercialism. Sure, we still get the basic idea about love and friendship and all those happy barf-inducing words, but we keep thinking that we have to buy things for people to express that. That we need to decorate every corner of the house for this one day. That if we just make a measly card when we could do better makes it look like we don't love them as much as we do those people we spend money on. When, in fact, the shabby, homemade gifts mean more, because they mean the person actually spent time and effort on that gift.
Wow, that was a long paragraph. Hm. In this book I'm reading (and taking a break on, due to the three books I checked out from the library today and the other that I'm re-reading) there's a goth girl who's sort-of friends with the main character. On Valentine's Day, she wore a shirt with an actual heart on it, gave the main character a bag of black jelly beans, and said

"'Happy artificial holiday with strong commercial overtones,'" 

Shoosh yeah.
I remember when I was little and didn't use to question everything I heard. Haha. The good old days.  (By the way, when I went to my room to get the book so I could quote it, I noticed my dog peed on my unprotected mattress, since I always kick off the sheets in my sleep. Got a good yelling by my deep-voiced dad and now he's sitting in the corner.  Little demon's more trouble than he's worth. Can't he have gone to a good family that could handle him? I never wanted a dog. Still don't.)
Well, enough about Valentine's Day. I have to travel tomorrow. Don't get me wrong, I enjoy traveling, but tomorrow, I'd much rather...not. At least I get to read some more of those previously mentioned books.
Anyway, I'm guessing this is about the end of this post... So time to give credit where credit is due.
Goth girl and all her mouth-words are from the book Sleeping Freshmen Never Lie by David Lubar. Check it out, you'll love it.
Well, I guess this is a good time to leave. I leave you with a motivational poster. (Which also does NOT belong to me)