I used to be like Liz Lemon from yesterday’s 30 Rock episode (Note: It was also the first time I watched a full episode, but it was more for James Marsden), meaning I dislike St. Patrick’s day and think it is gross, pointless, and not actually very Irish, but this year I say screw it. I’m young, I want to day drink in this nice weather, and this is not going to be acceptable once I’m in my thirties, so I may as well do it now, although I refuse to go to the parade. I’m going to be normal twentysomething, I’m excited to day drink, and I don’t care: not my problem.
When I was in kindergarten, for some reason I made up a rumor- not on purpose- that a leprechaun left footprints on my paper. We glued white paper to construction paper and were instructed to color the white paper with green marker (are you still following me?). Since we used Elmer’s glue, I must have put dots of the Elmer’s glue on my paper. When I colored the white paper, the spots were evident and I assumed it was a leprechaun’s footprints because our teachers had been leaving us notes from leprechauns all over the classroom. My teachers told me I was wrong. How rude. NMP anymore, but I am still offended (cool story, bro).
And never forget the leprechaun in Mobile, AL. It could be a crackhead. NMP. Happy St. Patrick’s Day, Americans!