Although I understand and sympathize with the whole Hallmark holiday objection, re: Valentine’s Day, I do admit to a totally unrepentent schoolgirl glee when it comes to making Valentines. I completely and thoroughly dig the arts-and-craftsy homemade card shit. When I say homemade card, though, don’t think Martha Stewart - think crazed former Girl Scout enveloped in a glittery whirlwind of glue sticks and construction paper. Think crayons and heart-shaped hole punchers and mysterious tricks with folded paper. Think elementary school. Remember in fourth grade how you’d spend the morning creating Valentine mailboxes out of big envelopes or shoe boxes or whatever and then in the afternoon you’d eat cupcakes and hand out all your carefully phrased cards to certain classmates and teachers? Yeah, like that.

So I actually had a lot of fun yesterday; I’d mailed or given out my own dweeby Valentines the day before, so on the day itself Chris and Spencer and Viv and I went to see Final Destination 2, and made fun of all the people on the train and in the theater carrying half-dead dozens of roses specially priced for desperate boyfriends, and giant day-glo pink teddy bears, and in one case an ugly balloon large enough that it actually contained several other ugly balloons. The movie was just as bad as the RT reviews indicate - but so was the first one, and we knew what we were getting into. If you liked the convoluted and intensely visceral death scenes of the original and can stomach more of what might just be the worst dialogue ever, you’ll dig the sequel.

Thanks to everyone who sent cards, but the Cutest Valentine Ever award is going to have to go to my parents, who actually managed to find one with a philosophy student theme.