Valendoom's Day. Don't care. Never really had a good Valentine's Day in my life, so I don't think anything of it. Doesn't depress me because I don't know what I'm missing.

I HOPE you're smart enough to notice the hair and clothes. I HOPE you realize that this conversation with Mike is the same exact conversation as last episode. This happens a lot this season, so please pay attention.

Panty-droppers. Doesn't offend me, never has because I don't care. I was a little pissed that the storyboard to didn't point out that I didn't care at all. Anyway, when the panty-droppers came over, I don't know WHY the other girls wanted to leave the house. I just didn't know why anyone gave a shit. Is it really a feminist issue?

Coral is right that it is fucked up for Mike to call him these things behind their backs on TV. If my friend called me that on TV, I'd be really pissed. It's true. But I don't care if other people call each other that.

To be honest here, I don't think it was fair for the girls to make fun of Mike's friends. If you think it's so mean that Mike calls those girls names, then why are you contributing and calling them names as well? I just don't understand it. Why didn't I speak up and confront anyone on this? Again, didn't care enough to make a big stink about it. However, I agree with Mike. The girls DID make Mike's friends uncomfortable, whether they meant to or not. You don't talk shit about another person's friends, that's my personal rule. Rachel and Coral were calling the girls ho's when the girls walked away. I mean, they weren't my friends, so I didn't care all that much, but I imagined what it would be like if it were my friends, and if so, there would have been trouble. If anyone said that about my friends, I'd fucking kill them because no one does that to my friends.

Stevie B. Whatever, so dumb, not worthy of TV at all. There was a cute bartender that I did not want to go out with, just noticed he was cute. Blown out of proportion.

Mike goes out with a panty-dropper. Boring. Moving on…

House meeting. Ugh. I hesitate to even talk about this. I don't enjoy disagreeing with Coral because I love her, but the truth is, I disagree with her sometimes. It's not my place to jump in and say, "I don't agree with you," when I'm not involved, but it is what I think. I think that Coral was harsh on Mike in this scene. I think Coral agrees now that she was harsh. Again, I agreed with Mike that it was not fair that we didn't make his guests feel more welcomed in our home. I did agree with Coral that Mike should not have called his friends sluts, basically, on TV. Coral does say "peace" as hello, which she sometimes says very friendly, and sometimes she says it coldly. Mike doesn't really get a word in this fight, and that's not fair. I don't agree that it's fair for Coral to tell Mike how to act and then yell at him for telling her how to act because she's an adult. Coral is an extremely mature and beautiful woman. I know this because she and I are very close. However, I don't think it's a mature move to yell at someone and claim you are allowed to say whatever you want because you are mature. She didn't like Mike at this point anyway, so the anger and anxiety was caused by more than this issue. She was hurt from before, and when someone hurts you, you end up trying to hurt them back. This can be subconscious, but it happens. So, it's not that she was just being mean.

Okay, next scene is another one of my favorites. This is important here: Coral and I were inseparable for most of the season with the exception of the three weeks between Outkast and Morocco. She and I were SURE that part of the plotline of the season would be our friendship because it was so strong and important to both of us. The only friendships they really ever showed was the boys, and this severely aggravates me. It's not fair. This confessional with us in our towels makes me so happy because we had just gotten drunk together at Bar & Books, and now we dancing and making fun of each other. Coral is was right about me. I do dive into a relationship once it is presented to me. That's just me, I guess.

Anyway, what was frustrating was that Stevie B. gave me those chocolates and I thought it was nice. THAT IS IT. I thought it was NICE. I didn't think anything more of it, I swear, but everyone kept making it seem like I was making a big deal of it. I wasn't. "Isn't it nice?" I asked. "No," everyone responds. I think that's really weird, and I got frustrated that no one would agree with me. Also, I was drunk. What's weird is right before that confessional scene when I was in the shower, I sat on the floor and I sobbed. No one could be hear me because of the running water, but I cried my eyes out. Yeah, I was drunk, but I was also frustrated with Coral. At this point, I already knew that I loved her, but I had a hard time communicating with her. When friends are made that might not have had the opportunity to be made without some outside force putting you together, it is common that you don't speak the same language. You know what I mean by that. You just can't get your point across, can't find the right words to make that person understand what you mean. Well, Coral was trying to tell me that I'm an amazing person and should not let something small like those chocolates make me feel attractive. She believed that I should feel attractive on my own, and that I deserve the very best in life. Her intentions were gold, but she told me in a way that hurt me, that made me feel stupid. I guess I got over it and then we had the confessional when we laughed. I don't know if it was that night or another night that we got into bed and I confronted her. I told her that I was upset with her because she thinks I'm stupid and I know I'm not. She realized that she may have told me the wrong way, and that she didn't know that I was upset. She realized that it's not always your intentions that matter, you have to be careful how your phrase things to others because words can hurt. I realized what she really meant, and my love for her grew enormously that evening because I knew she was a true friend.

Back to Valentines Day. Those vases were SO sweet that Mike made. They were the nicest things ever. When you see my face when I read the note, you can see that I've been crying. Well, I was PMSing hard core that week, and I had planned to wake up early on Valentines Day to get everyone flowers and leave it on their beds for when they woke up. I didn't hear my alarm, so I missed it. When I saw Mike's vases, I realized that I couldn't go get flowers because it would look like I was stealing his thunder, and I didn't want to do that to him. So, I called my friend Mike and cried to him about over the phone.

The girls had a girl day. We went out shopping, then we went to MAC for like three hours and got our make up done. We had already made plans to go out, just the girls. We got a lot of grief for not bringing Mike along, but no one gave Malik and Kevin shit for going upstate without Mike. Mike had plans that night, we thought. I did feel weird about leaving Mike home alone. I can't defend myself much for doing that because it's sad and fucked up, especially after watching the episode and seeing him type that he was lonely. It was sad. I do feel really bad.