“Epiphany isn’t just a name a black person gives their child.”
That is a quote from American Dad, which is a pretty good show when it wants to be. It’s how I wish Seth MacFarlane would always be like, but unfortunately he’s actually quite a douche bag according to interviews and the overwhelming size of his ego apparent from Family Guy.
Yeah. I watched American Dad tonight. I watched American Dad tonight and didn’t go out for St. Patrick’s Day, the holiest of all holidays.
And why didn’t I go out and enjoy the crap out of tonight? Because of school. School.
Rawrrrrrageragerage. Nah I’m not really that angry. It would have been really fun, sure, but I managed to pull together an awesome presentation which is worth a substantial portion of my mark. I thought about going out anyways and just troopering (Verb: To be a trooper) through the damn thing at 9 a.m. tomorrow, but I felt I should probably be responsible and stuff and blah blah blah blah. That and I could easily see me waking up still drunk and not knowing how to get to school. Nah that wouldn’t happen. Still, slurred words would be likely I’m sure.
As I walked to school today I spent about 90 percent of the trip trying to remember what I did last year for St. Patrick’s Day. It took me all day to remember. We went to the pub. At like 4 p.m. My professors were also there drinking. Drinks were had. Large green hats were worn and oversized alcohol themed T-shirts were given out. Seriously why do events always give out T-shirts so large that they could only fit the world’s fattest man, who can’t even leave his house because he’s so fat. Son of a biscuit!!
I remember drinks being had, a band playing, and fun times. I also remember a horrendously drunk (former) friend professing her love for my friend, crying when he left, and then professing her love for me. I guess she was full of love…and full of crazy.
I’m going to bed. EARLY. Lame. See your day next year, St. Patrick.