Valentine's Madness

I just took an IQ test. I did one earlier, too, but the resulting number had me crying in the corner, comforted only be the gentle timbre of Steve Perry's voice coming from my Ipod. Or my mom's Ipod. Whatever.

Thankfully, this one was much kinder and I'm determined to believe the one I took previously was horribly flawed in some way. Partially because I refuse to believe I am less intelligent than George Bush. Come on. I'm not even sure he knows what a vowel is.

Anyways, I'm now at a much happier point. I may even get my IQ tattooed across my forehead. I'll just have to pick out an incredibly spectacular font. With maybe a few exclamation points. And an add on that I belong to the High IQ Society. ... or would, if I had 48 dollars to buy the membership. Or the desire to buy one. But seriously, I have about enough money to pay for a half finished Tim Horton's coffee provided by a dirty stranger, with change scraped from the inside of the sofa.

So it's currently officially Valentine's Day, and I am, in the words of Jamie, as "excited as a kid on Christmas". This is very true, except Valentine's Day may be better than Christmas at this moment, mostly because I am not single and alone and spending the day eating chips and watching sub-par Queen Latifah movies with my cat. Actually, hold on a minute, I rescind that. I don't think I've ever really done that on Valentine's Day, mostly because Valentine's Day is a great excuse to gather together groups of your single friends and have merry, awesome times as a sort of general eff you to Valentine's Day in general.

Except that I'm not single this year, so I'm real excited and irritatingly obnoxious about the whole thing. I even bought vintage Valentine's, which everyone should be receiving through mail sometime around May. Honestly, I know how I roll.

What else is new? I got a job! I am now working at this adorable local secondhand bookshop. There are all these rooms covered in books, little shelves filled with little wonders, amazing people, elephants referred to as "working elephants" and myriad other marvels -- not to even mention how much fun I'm finding the covers found in their romance section.

I am relieved on multiple levels, partly because it's such a great working environment, but also because the Angry Tim Horton's was my next option, and besides the fact that everyone working there always appears one dull knife away from murder, I am 100% certain God never intended me to wear a blouse tucked into my khaki tapered pants. Sorry, Tim Horton. I just... I just can't.

However, I also had another interview on Monday, which went... well. I spilled coffee everywhere and used the words "frigging amazing" to describe the customer service, followed by "half the reason I think I left the Charlotte's was so I could have a decent cup of coffee", while blatantly sipping their product Ron Burgundy style. I even pulled out my Tim Hortons joke, as seen above. It was pretty spectacular, even for me. I got a call back though, so my second interview should occur sometime next week.

Another important date that Valentine's Day marks? My grandma's birthday. She would've been 80 this year, which is astounding, and as I type this wearing a pair of her hand knit slippers, I'm reminded of her smile and her warmth and how lucky all us Sovereign's were to have had her for the wonderful 68 years we did.

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