*sings* Love is in the air, everywhere I look around...

Well, not quite everywhere. Love is most certainly not on my doorstep.

Yes people, it's that time of year again. The time where Ahmet kvetches about the lack of boyfriend in her life simply because it is spring, and as the rest of the world's fancy turns to thoughts of love, she realizes that once again she is most obviously not in love, and therefore holds a bit of bitterness. It is not good for her, and yet it is an annual occurrence.

Harumph.

It's been nothing but gorgeous out the past few days, and the nights have been the kind that I used to revel in staying up and outside through most of. But alas, school says, "nay, fair Ahmetai, thou must rest thine head upon pillows and ignore the wheeling of the stars and the rushing of the breeze, for thou hast a great many things to learn and tests to take, all of which require waking up early." Unfortunately, my mind still finds ways to occupy itself with thoughts of the same old routine.

Sadly, I'd almost rather be thinking about Algebra right about now. Cuz if love involved x and y and negative inverses, I probably wouldn't be nearly so fixated on it.

the night is nearly over † the day is almost here