Blow me, I'm Irish.

I wore my Guinness shirt today.
drank Guinness and bailey's.
felt very Irish, and really missed England.
I have a new found appreciation for bishops, here's a drink to the pope in his hat.

I partied with the girls, and I had a really wonderful evening.
I'm so happy that I finally found friends at college who are the right kind of friends for me, ya dig?

I think sometimes that I should have a boy in my life.
but the truth is I'm far too lazy to pursue anything.
maybe later.

I was walking home just about half an hour ago, and I wanted to just sleep outside.
I wasn't listening to any music, which is unusual for me.
But I think that music governs my thoughts, and without it my mind was free to REALLY wander.

I miss my mom.
I feel so very sorry for everything that she has to go through at once.
she's really my hero, for better or for worse, and it makes me so sad that someone so selfless should have to suffer so much, especially after we all thought she would live happily ever after.
I really wish I was going to see her soon, but I'm not.

I'm coming home for spring break in less than a week.
And she's going to be gone the entire time I'm home.
which means that I'll just have to keep on missing her.
it also means that I'll have the house all to myself.

party on.

but really, who will sleep outside with me?