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An eighth of me wishes you a Happy St. Patrick's Day... i'd say that irish blood is in my short stubby legs.. so Happy St. Patrick's Day from the bottom of my irish legs!
The rest of me says where the hell is the French holiday.. not that i'd particularly care to celebrate it.. there's nothing good about being french except berets and meat pie.
... And i was doing so well.. updating every few days, what happened you may ask.. well its simple, i tend to update when there's nothing of any importance going on and then when i have things i wanna write about they back up until i can't catch up.. i get frustrated and this thing ends up lonely for varying periods of time.
Today was pretty cool.. i thoroughly enjoy how this is seriously the most important holiday at this school.. the president is hosting a mini-party across the hallway with little shamrock cookies and green punch and saying happy st. joseph's day to everyone who looks even slightly italian so as to remain politically correct. She's cute. I love my job.. i'm now eating a shamrock cookie :).. i suppose i should feed it to my legs.. seems only right.
We left chamber class singing O Danny Boy and, at Kav's suggestion, we carried it out into the hallway with us, in three part harmony of course! Ha so fun..
That's what i'm going to miss about this place, random outbursts of song.. and continuing to sing even when no-ones listening or they're telling us to shut up..
I'm gonna get going.. catch ya later...
The rest of me says where the hell is the French holiday.. not that i'd particularly care to celebrate it.. there's nothing good about being french except berets and meat pie.
... And i was doing so well.. updating every few days, what happened you may ask.. well its simple, i tend to update when there's nothing of any importance going on and then when i have things i wanna write about they back up until i can't catch up.. i get frustrated and this thing ends up lonely for varying periods of time.
Today was pretty cool.. i thoroughly enjoy how this is seriously the most important holiday at this school.. the president is hosting a mini-party across the hallway with little shamrock cookies and green punch and saying happy st. joseph's day to everyone who looks even slightly italian so as to remain politically correct. She's cute. I love my job.. i'm now eating a shamrock cookie :).. i suppose i should feed it to my legs.. seems only right.
We left chamber class singing O Danny Boy and, at Kav's suggestion, we carried it out into the hallway with us, in three part harmony of course! Ha so fun..
That's what i'm going to miss about this place, random outbursts of song.. and continuing to sing even when no-ones listening or they're telling us to shut up..
I'm gonna get going.. catch ya later...