Would you be my valentine?

No, actually I already have mine, thankyouverymuch...

But that rather clichéd question wasn't heard as much today as one would think. Teenagers + hormones = desperation to find boyfriend/girlfriend. No, instead they run amok (mokmokmok!) like a bunch of crazed lunatics. I stopped 2 grade 7 boys today for bodyslamming their friends into the concrete floor. Gee, I love you, lemme pound you to the ground. I never quite understood how the teenage brain works, but sometimes I think it's partially made up of jell-o.