Shamrock day, 2 days later.

Alright then, first order of the day is to let those of you from back home who've been fretting over my social [lack] of life know that St. Patrick beat me over the head with a shillelagh, and I went out, for the.. uh, what, 3rd time this year? I suppose that's irrelevant in any case.

Now, normally I eshew this particular holiday, not only because this is the first time i've been able to participate (legally, mind you) but because I've never understood how we got from St. Patrick getting the snakes out of Ireland to getting drunk of your ass and river dancing. St. Patrick was tricky this year, because, although I consciously avoided green (because im stubborn and like to ruin others' fun,) I realised later on that I had put on my ladybug underwear, which happen to have 4-leaf-clovers on them. DUH. So I felt the matter was taken out of my hands, and I went out. Don't get too impressed however, because I did it in the most uber-geek way I could -- I went over to Eric's house and watched episodes of Star Trek Next Gen, and then Ghostbusters and Waking Life. While drinking half a bottle of Australian Shiraz and half a bottle of Merlot.

Turns out that Eric and I had the right idea, because Marissa and Lena and the gang actually went to a bar, and couldn't get in -- the place was filled to cap by 10pm.

This is a day late because, well, I couldn't wrap my head around anything yesterday. I didnt find my way home til 8am, after having passed out at Eric's, and I had a raging hangover, so the day (which was supposed to be Cohen filled) was wasted. Although I did practice my moaning. And tried really hard to ignore the bjork coming through the wall. Which wasn't funny at the time, but is highly amusing now.

Now I've got to catch up on my homework. Boo. BUT! I've found oodles of secondary support for what I thought was my un-proveable thesis. GO ME!!

current music: Suzanne, Leonard Cohen (getting in the grooooooove, people!)