Ah there's Paddy. What's happening?

I can't really remember Paddy's day last year, except that I was in work. We were giving away free shots of Irish Creme syrup, and not one person took one because it's fucking disgusting. I actually felt sorry for the syrup. I have to stop personifying food stuff. I wonder if they'll do the same this year. I might get a Shamrock Shake from McDick's for old times sake, in honour of my sweet Nana. She was awesome and always got us Shamrock Shakes. I'm meant to be making my way to college for an hours seminar on Foundations in Poetry and Drama, but I'm not shifting. I feel I deserve this day off, even though I've taken a ridiculous amount of time off this semester alone. We're studying Oedipus the King at the moment and the story actually rules. Except last week a tutor called Heidi fucking ruined the entire story on everyone by telling us exactly what happens. Some people love her but I don't like her. She's really up her own hole, and she assumes we're all familiar with all this high brow literature and political philosophies and looks at us like we can't wipe our own arses when we say we're not. She's a young enough and at a push I'd say she's quite attractive but she's such a cunt sometimes. She also tries to get in with the young crowd by telling us all about her days when she took ketamine and did coke. Get fucked you junkie fucking bitch.

Ugh. Rant over. Except I could go on about it at length because it really gets my goat. Haha, that phrase rules.

I've actually started using MySpace a good bit again after about two years of barely using it at all. I've mostly been talking to one new awesome friend on it (at great length haha) but Heron and Sos leave the odd comment as well which rules. I miss my friends. I can't wait to go home again.

I'm going to see the Lion King musical with my family tonight...I'm looking forward to it actually. Lion King was a classic kids movie and I'm sure the musical rules. I'll probably go out to Kingston afterwards and meet up with friends. Apparently everyone is pub crawling, but I have about 15 quid in the bank which there's no point touching. I'll have to beg my ma for drink money. I realised that I actually about 600 euro in my post office bank account at home. I'm wondering should I transfer it to my brit account or have it as a little nest egg. Rainy day money. I wonder if anyone has taken that seriously and spent their savings on a rain day expecting to get mad deals. Or bought a nest and eggs. There's a little story right there that I could use.

Well I guess I should use this day productively. I need to get reading and a lot of other work done before next week. Bleeeeeeeeeh.

Go on Patrick.