mom says that today is st patrick's day. he's like the patron saint of ireland. he chased all the snakes out or something and turned the people there into catholics. if we were in america, we would celebrate by wearing something green, eating corned beef and cabbage and drinking loads of beer, but we're in england where the corned beef comes in a can and smells like dog food. the english don't celebrate st patrick's day, go figure.
note to self: chewing on a horse chestnut is like trying to kiss a porkypine. i don't think i will do that again.
jeebus save me. no one told me i'd have to watch U2 videos all day. i would have gone to work with gram.