St. Patrick's Day (and following weekend)

This blog is just going to be about my St. Patrick's Day and the weekend following it, nothing special really, just couldn't think of anything else because nothing really happened this week.
First, St. Patrick's Day was kind of a bust for me. I didn't know what to expect of it since we're at college and everything, but I unfortunately set my hopes too high. I did end up drinking, go figure, but I was expecting some huge party, but there wasn't any. I can understand why though, because it was the middle of the week, and a lot of my friends had tests Thursday and Friday. But I still had a good time though, me and a few of my hall mates just ended up drinking Guinness and playing video games until like 3 a.m. Niceeeeeeee. The next day was supposed to be the next "attack." I wasn't too worried though, there were a shit ton of police and the fucker probably would have gotten his shit wrecked. I don't understand why anyone wishes that kind of stuff on us, whether it be a joke or not, it's still bothers me that some Italian dickhead is messing with us like that. But anyways, Friday came around and I was supposed to go home after English, which was canceled so I could leave early that day. I had to go home for a job interview, for a job that I've had for the past four years. The worst part is that it's just for a life guarding job, so it's not even like actual work, unless I actually have to save someone which is when it gets pretty intense. During the interview, I found out that I didn't have to come home for it, they could have just done it over the phone, which was just freaking fantastic. I ended up baby siting for 7 hours the rest of that day, and apparently I missed a really fun weekend here too. The next day though I left at 12:00 p.m. and made it here by 2:58. The drive is normally supposed to be a 4 hour drive, but lets just say the roads were open, there were no cops, and I'm a champ. And I'm spent.