Prehistoric Blog Number 2

So, it would seem that college professors have an inability to allow students to enjoy this pathetic week long break. You see Spring Break to me is a single oasis of relaxation in a desolate desert of projects and papers. I never understood how spring semester could be so much harder than fall semester until I asked my roommate. His response was, "Well we have one lousy break at the beginning of the semester, then about 6 weeks until the next one." I had never really thought about it, but I remembered back when I was a wee little primary schooler, we had presidents day off. No offense to Dr. Martin Luther King, but I enjoyed having school off in the middle of the semester instead of the week we get back from winter break. Honestly, I don't see the harm in celebrating both MLK day and Presidents, at least that way we wouldn't have to worry about people complaining. I noticed as soon as MLK Day became a celebrated holiday in the school systems people just had to complain. One side would be all, "President's day celebrates all the past presidents and all they did for the nation," and the other, "MLK is a symbol of equal rights." IMO if you look at it this way technically Lincoln is a symbol of equal rights, or at least the first step in the uphill battle. Lincoln is also a president, score one more for Presidents Day. What better way to celebrate the fine gentlemen who have both shaped and destroyed our nation. I'd be all for MLK day if he was just born a month later. At least with Presidents Day there are some companies that will let their employees take the day off. Whatever happened to the cliche President's Day cookout, or President's Day is Family Day, I guess those things just aren't as important as they used to be. That's not to say equal right for all man isn't worth celebrating...I still have trouble imagining what was going through people head back when equal rights were just "equal rights". Either way, when it comes down to it, people will find something to complain about, it's human nature to always want what you don't have.

Enough of that nonsense, now to the topic at hand, St. Patrick's Day. First of all this is not a day named after myself (common misconception, you see). It is, in fact, named after St. Patrick, the man who lead the snakes out of Ireland. I always thought that he led them into Scotland and into Lock Ness. In my head, Nessy is just a massive convergence of little snakes to make one big snake-turd-monster-thing. But enough of that. I for one love this holiday, if anything, this is a holiday that schools should celebrate. As some of you know, and many of the billions of people on the internet don't know, I am 100% Irish. I like potatoes, I have pale skin, freckles, and some people actually think I have red hair...I don't, but it's whatever. I'm very proud of my Irish heritage, even though I've never actually visited Ireland. My plans for tonight were as follows: Drink myself into a stupor, learn how to play the fiddle, dance an Irish jig with a bonnie lass, and take a taxi home. As you can probably tell from the time of this post, I did no such thing. This will be the first St. Patty's day that I haven't celebrated in a very long time. We're talking nothing. No green, no clovers, no drinking, and worst of all, no potatoes. All hope is not lost, I managed to get a ton of work done...which really means I'm lame and did homework over Spring Break, and lost track of the days. I've been staring at this computer screen for just over 4 hours, and my eyes feel like they're gonna bleed. Hopefully, I will find something good to do tonight, to redeem myself from being lame.

I'm gonna go ahead and close up this little bitch-out session, with one request. If you're still able to go out, buy yourself a bottle of Guinness Extra Stout and get pant's shitting drunk tonight...for me. Thanks for reading as always, and like a white guy trying to be a rasta rapper, I licketty boom boom down.