This is how my first weekend as a senior was spent

Let's not comment on the fact that it's 6 am and I have class in 5 hours, but felt the need to update.

We can also skim over the tiny detail that 3 Irish men spent the night on my floor.

But I'm going to admit that I ended up kissing a very cute leprechaun tonight.

And that I just had to call the 3 of them a cab at 6am since they have to catch their bus from Boston to NYC to make their plane to Dublin...

I don't get my life and how I end up in situations like these with the Irish. Or well with the Irish in general. I've kissed 5 boys this summer, there's only been one American in that mix. My boys come complete with accents and drinking problems to boot.

Oh life you never cease to amaze me.

Situational Changes

I love how dependent environments are to what is and what isn't socially acceptable.

When I'm back at school it's perfectly acceptable for me to drink at 4pm, and go to the bar on a Wednesday night. In the real world that's called alcoholism.

On Facebook, it's practically encouraged that I stalk "keep up" with friends/acquaintances/strangers/peopleivesleptwith. In the real world that's called stalking.

Thank goodness for Facebook and college, otherwise I'd be an alcoholic in jail! And I'm not a very attractive person when suffering from withdrawal...not like that has ever happened to me.