Be my Valentine?

valentine's day is suppossed to be the day you share with the person you love. well, not exactly for me. i slept in rather late, waking up to the sound of my stepfather and little brother babbling on and on about what a special day it was. lame, right? anyway, i slowly crawled out of bed, tripping on my huge pile of clothes on the floor that i still haven't picked up. after i slowly got up off of the floor, i went into the bathroom to see a red eyed, make up smeared, afro-haired monster staring back at me in the mirror. great way to start off my day, isn't it? after i fixed myself up, i tried to sneak past the kitchen and into the living room to get my laptop without being noticed. mission incomplete. my stepdad just had to look into my direction that exact moment. so, as usual, he made an announcement to every living thing in the house that "the monster's alive". and i replied with the usual roll of the eyes and dirty look. but just as i thought i could escape, my little brother comes with his mouth turned up at the corners and teeth exposed. "HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY DANIELLE!", he screams in my face. i mean, yeah, he's a little over six years old. but it gets annoying after a while when u have to make a big deal out of every holiday invented just to make the kid happy. he even wished me a "happy president's day" a few months ago. anyway, i smiled and patted his head. "your gifts are on the table danielle, aren't you 'gunna see what they are?". it was obvious that he was more curious than me. i told him i'd check them later. i ran into the living room before he could even reply. finally! i was free to go and check my mail at once! i LOVE the living room. no one ever comes in there, everyone else prefers the family room. i, on the other hand, think that this big, spacious room is far more better than squeezing on some small, red leather couch debating on what channel to watch. everyone always wants something different, and then we all wind up watching something stupid like a nature show. i get pissed off and leave, my brother starts to whine, my mom starts to scream, and my stepdad goes into the garage to smoke or do whatever he does in there. anyway, i checked my mail, and then decided to read. the rest of my day consisted of instant messaging, texting, eating the chocolates i got from my mom, and reading again. by the time my dad came at seven, i was itching to get out of the house. every valentine's day my dad is my date. he always buys me a sweet card, some chocolates, and an over stuffed animal. it's all really cute, but i'd like a boyfriend as a date for once. but, i guess it was okay because my dad told me he was taking me to panera, my FAVORITE place to eat. it's in-expensive, has some bitchin' soup, and all the mountain dew you can ever dream of. so, i prettied myself up, applying more make-up than usual, and than ran into the living room with a big grin on my face. note to self: nothing ever comes this easy in my life. as i glance over at my little brother, he has his coat and shoes on. i look for a sign of my mom and stepdad, but can't seem to find them anywhere. shit. i already knew what was going to come out of my dad's mouth. but, he said it anyway. "mom and rob had dinner reservations, so tommy has to tag along". my mood went from happy, to pissed the fuck off in one tiny second. "great. happy valentines day to me!", i snarked. did we leave it at that, u ask? ofcourse not. i got the usual stink eye from my brother, and than the loud, roar of my dad's voice mixed in with some curse words i wouldn't even say. hah, whatever. once we got to the damn place, we find out there's no flippin' bread bowls left. now let me tell you, when i say my dad flipped, i mean he went full out insane. the dumb bitch at the counter came up with some lame ass excuse and he gave her a mouthful. they probably spit in our food. whatever. after that, my dad saw i was aching inside due to the fact him and my lovely mother rejected my request to sleep over natalie's house. apparently my parents think that every other family are some sort serial killers or child abusers who lock their children in closets and leave them there for days. so, he let natalie come along with us to starbucks. we sat, we chat, we drank our frappachinos like we were badasses, and then we got dirty looks from two girls and their extremely hot boyfriends from across the room. well, atleast i thought they were hot. natalie on the other hand begged to differ. after that, i begged my dad to left me stay over natalies, and he budged. me and natalie spent the rest of the night watching juno and talking about our lives. i guess it was an okay day, but still, its sucked due to the "no boyfriend" issue. i'll get over it.