So I know you’re dying to know how I’m celebrating Valentine’s Day.
Well, you know it’s that special day to think special thoughts and do special things with that special someone.
So I’m going to float out of bed at 8 a.m. on a Saturday.
Spend an inordinate but worthwhile amount of time on my appearance, crafting just the right look.
Hitch a romantic ride to the SCI-BU parking lot.
Think wistful thoughts as I stop in the library and I sign my life away for a video camera.
Carpool with a (female) friend from school to a local park, while we giggle about feminine jokes and the excitement to come.
Wander through the idyllic snow- or mud-covered park looking for a noble cluster of environmentalists.
And all the while, spending quality time learning that cameras can be sensitive, too.
Keep my heart from bursting with joy as we find the environmentalists.
Muse dreamily about said environmentalists while filming them pawing through idyllic snow or mud to heroically eradicate naughty invasive plant species.
Spend some engaging and witty time in conversation interviewing these charming heroes.
Ponder the best way to craft this footage of gorgeous hotties into a public service announcement for the betterment of mankind.
Snuggle deeper into my very fetching attire to avoid frostbite while throwing flirtatious looks at the winsome eco warriors.
Not bother to suppress the fountain of warm-fuzzies in my heart as the rendezvous comes to a close.
(And then I’ll probably have some lunch, get a ride home and spend the rest of the day doing more homework.)
It may not be true love, but at least you know I’m not moping.