February 19

Forty-five years ago today my parents got married in a blizzard & all the pictures I've ever seen look like a tv with shitty reception. Then, not yet satisfied & sensing they could do better than blinding snow and near-zero temperatures, they went to Canada for their honeymoon.  It's soothing to know my dimwittedness comes honestly.

It was also on this day in the 11th grade that I got my SAT scores and saw that I had, rather incredibly I must admit, gotten a lower score than when we took the SAT in the 7th grade.  I don't remember why we took it in the 7th grade, it was some experimental thing or some shit, but to come back four years later and do worse might remain my greatest feat, and it was completely due to the fact that I was in the throes of desperately trying to woo the young lady who was (shortly thereafter, thankfully) to become my first girlfriend, and I spent a rather larger chunk of time during the test looking out the window singing love songs in my head & dreaming about our future life together, which of course came to a slow and crushing end about two years later.

Oh, don't worry; a few months later once I had her firmly ensnared in my web of love I re-took the test and did so well that it automatically qualified me to be in the "honors program" at my Almost Matters, allowing me to rub elbows with the REAL hoi-polloi of academia.