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My life is still one happy irish party right now.

I'm performing with a group at the irish pavillion at our mini-folklorama thing here.

I've been singing irish songs (drinking songs, because every irish song is about drinking or lassies ) and living in a technicolor celtic dream world.

*dons kilt* Oh yeah!

There is this guy I've totally fallen for. Somebody help me! He's smart, and he's funny, and he's got a wonderfully fuzzy head, and we can talk for hours, and he makes me all giddy and girlie, which I hate, but my friends think is as cute as hell.

But it makes me feel like a dork. But I still think he's wonderful.

This is going to be very busy (but very rewarding) week.

Here's my rundown of this week:
- must finish that stupid philosophy assignment (for tuesday)
- make up 2 psychology quizzes
- study for my psychology mid-term (that's on friday)
- play at the irish pavillion on Thursday and Saturday
- play in between games at a Tournament on Thursday and Friday.

And, because I deserve it, I think I'm going to get sloshed on Friday. Just not so I'll be screwed for my performance the next day.

Loved the comments, I'll get back to talking to all of you when I have a spare moment!

*smoochies*