Imprecision and Indecision: I love days when you're actually allowed to hurt people.....even if its just pinching.

Happy St. Patrick's Day, stalkers!

this is one of my favorite holidays (besides my birthday, and now I don't like Christmas anymore because of Satan breaking in and stealing our souls while we sleep) because everyone wears my favorite color around, so its sorta like its my day. plus, I mean, my name's Ireland, so.....

WAIT.

you're not wearing green?!

*pinchy pinch pinch pinch*

you: ow!

me: haha....fail! maybe you should've worn green, you jerk-who-doesn't-like-Ireland (me or the country, whichever works, because by not wearing green, you've personally offended me)!

you: I am wearing green!

me: no you're not! I don't see any on you!

you: I'm wearing green underwear.

me: LIAR!! that's just what people say when they forget to wear green and don't want to get pinched!

*pinch pinch*

ha. foiled your brilliant plan, didn't I?
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before I get on with the "special st. patrick's day edition" of my new weekly shirt design thingy (I really need a name for that), I will share with you the story of the epic~~ally ridiculous~~ adventure I had yesterday. this could be a supremely long post, by the way.

story time! *story time jingle plays*

drumline practice usually starts around 4pm, so right after school (3:05) I went down to the band room to see if we were actually having practice at the high school (usually we practice at the middle school in their cafeteria because we need the space), but no one was around, so I hurried to catch my bus so I could ride over to the middle school (about 5 minutes away, by bus)

when I got to midget-land (no offense "little people" I promise....), I settled in the hallway outside the cafeteria with a copy of The City of Ember (I've been wanting to read it ever since I saw the movie) to wait out the next half an hour before practice.

around 3:45, I started getting worried. usually people would start arriving by now, and I was still alone...

I reached in Juneau (okay that sounds wrong....)...my backpack....for my phone so I could call my brother.

I flipped it open and turned it on, just to see "low battery, shutting down"

crap.

I had just charged it on sunday night, and hadn't turned it on since then. stupid piece of-

anyway, by this point it was 3:48 and I knew I was going to be late so I grabbed my stuff and set off for the high school.

carrying about 25 pounds on my back, I dashed down the long school driveway, crossed a highway, walked along thee road for about 60 yards, wandered through the food lion parking lot (and got lots of weird stares), jogged over a mid-size grass lot, across another road, and into the high school parking lot.

It was now 4 o'clock, and my legs were burning (I don't exercise much, okay?).

I slowly ran (don't want to get yelled at by a teacher) across the whole school back to the band room, to find it locked up with the lights off.

what the heck?!

I even checked outside and saw the band truck still sitting there, with all of our stuff in it, so I knew they couldn't have snuck off with out me....

I figured practice was cancelled and no one told me, so I trudged up to the office to call my mom.

at around 4:17 my brother finally pulled up, and as I hopped in he said (quite angrily) "why didn't you ride the bus to the middle school?!"

me: I did.

him: why are you over here, then?

me: no one was there so I came back.

him: you walked here?

me: well, yeah.

him: *shakes head*

me: what?

him: practice is at 5, at the middle school. its from 5-8. you should've just stayed there!

me: well I didn't know! I though I was going to be late and practice was here....but then I thought practice was cancelled,and I was really tired from running....and....and.....ugh. crap. well, no one told me. I even checked my email this morning to make sure....

him: they told us last thursday, and at practice on sunday!

me: well I can't remember important stuff like that!

him: you should write it down!

me: I don't want to, that's stupid!

him: maybe that's why you don't remember this stuff! you're probably one of those people who can't remember stuff unless you write it down!

me: shut up! whatever! it doesn't matter!

him: hmmm......I'm gonna go to taco bell. I want a burrito.

we finally got to the middle school again around 4:30, and people started arriving like 10 minutes later.

end of story-time! *ending jingle*

thankfully no one knew about my frantic running-all-over-the-place
except me and my brother.

and now all of you.....

oh.
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shirt time!

ha. get it? this shirt is for those st. patrick's days when you just don't care/ you're feeling too lazy to wear green, and you still won't get pinched because of a technicality.