The Trouble With Love Is

WHAT UP, FAM. I am back.

Yeah, happy Singles Awareness Day and a belated St. Valentine's! For whatever camp you find yourself in.

Do I have anything interesting to say?, you wonder. Some madwoman hid in my attic? Or, at very least, an affair going on behind my friend's backs?

Oh, that sounds just like me.

But I don't. I have been spending my time either waiting for those apparently much more chivalrous and excellent college gentlemen to stumble into my life or bemoaning all of my recent romantic lackluster.

Honestly, as a teenager, it is a lot more difficult to "celebrate" being single. There aren't any teen dance clubs or anything. You don't meet anyone new. You languish in whatever hole you've dug yourself into, if you're the languishing type, or you have to cool your heels until you move onto a bigger campus.

Why, Rosalind, you seem to be in a rather dreary mood about love, you may be saying, with a vaguely British-looking affronted look on your face.

Aagh, I'm listening to the "Love, Actually" soundtrack. What do you want, people? Pluswhich, I stayed up til 4 in the morning last night watching the FANTASTIC mini-series "Lost in Austen", about, guess what, a modern woman thrown into "Pride and Prejudice", and it's not like that has completely ruined modern life for me or ANYTHING.

ARRRRRR. I am too young to be this embittered.

(This is the point at which my mood completely shifts because a new song comes on.)

AW YEAH. You know what is a classic song? "JUMP FOR MY LOVE", by the Pointer Sisters. Go turn it up real loud, you hear? Get down like Hugh Grant!

WHAT UP, FAM. BACK FOR GOOD. JUMP FOR MY LOVE!