Saint Patrick's Day is a real holiday, and I don't care what you say >:C
My friends have been making fun of me all week because I go all out on St. Patty's.
It's like a tradition in my family. We send each other "Happy Saint Patrick's Day" cards, man. We are so lame. My mom dies the milk green, makes green pancakes and green latkes. Maybe green eggs, if she feels like it. But going crazy is what I'm used to.
I have a green hoodie, green flanel, green nails and green shoes. I also am going to force everyone to listen to Dropkick Murphy's and Flogging Molly for the hour ride down to Tony and Ann's pizza. They're all making fun of me, but I am so excited it's dumb. And if I can convince my friend who isn't driving... :'D STFU, I am a stereotype in this >:C
And then Friday, I get to go to Boston with euphoria_anger and the Wonder Twins. It's my first Hetalia venture since I swore off the fandom in November. I feel like I'm cheating myself or something equally dumb. But I do miss the people I met before I became embarrassed enough to not admit it. I also miss having intelligent conversations about history without dumb girls giggling over the word "invade" (which makes me want to simultaneously punch them in the face and shake them violently screaming "THEY DON'T MEAN SEX WHEN THEY SAY INVADE, THEY MEAN I AM INVADING THIS COUNTRY. LEARN YOUR MOTHER FUCKING HISTORY"),
I've also discovered the best time to have serious conversations via AIM. From eleven pm to one in the morning. I just got don talking to a friend of mine, who is probably the only guy that I've ever spoken to, who admits to cross dressing. And is ashamed by it, but enjoys the fact that I get excited when he talks about it.
Because the dumbass enjoys the rants I tend to go one about gender identities and gender roles in our society.
He also tells me all about the kink conventions he wants to go to, but that is another story.
It's like a tradition in my family. We send each other "Happy Saint Patrick's Day" cards, man. We are so lame. My mom dies the milk green, makes green pancakes and green latkes. Maybe green eggs, if she feels like it. But going crazy is what I'm used to.
I have a green hoodie, green flanel, green nails and green shoes. I also am going to force everyone to listen to Dropkick Murphy's and Flogging Molly for the hour ride down to Tony and Ann's pizza. They're all making fun of me, but I am so excited it's dumb. And if I can convince my friend who isn't driving... :'D STFU, I am a stereotype in this >:C
And then Friday, I get to go to Boston with euphoria_anger and the Wonder Twins. It's my first Hetalia venture since I swore off the fandom in November. I feel like I'm cheating myself or something equally dumb. But I do miss the people I met before I became embarrassed enough to not admit it. I also miss having intelligent conversations about history without dumb girls giggling over the word "invade" (which makes me want to simultaneously punch them in the face and shake them violently screaming "THEY DON'T MEAN SEX WHEN THEY SAY INVADE, THEY MEAN I AM INVADING THIS COUNTRY. LEARN YOUR MOTHER FUCKING HISTORY"),
I've also discovered the best time to have serious conversations via AIM. From eleven pm to one in the morning. I just got don talking to a friend of mine, who is probably the only guy that I've ever spoken to, who admits to cross dressing. And is ashamed by it, but enjoys the fact that I get excited when he talks about it.
Because the dumbass enjoys the rants I tend to go one about gender identities and gender roles in our society.
He also tells me all about the kink conventions he wants to go to, but that is another story.