Okay, so there is a song by the Highland Rovers (a local CT celtic band) called March 18th, and it is all about te after effects from St. Patrick's Day. It's really quite funny. And, for someone who is (unfortunately) still in the "illegal" category for drinking, it never made much sense.
I have a hangover of a different sorts. Mine is one of regret. There are so many seeming lasts this semester. With me going to Rome, and everyone living different places next semester (I love Temple but they only give us two years of housing...which blows), and a bunch of people going abroad next Spring, and all of us coming back to homes which are ours, but not ours, life is going to be completely different. Do not get me wrong, I am not regretting going to Rome, and I certainly am not going to back out, but I can't help but think that this is possibly the last St. Patty's Day we'll have.
Ah well, life goes on...and like the song goes (sung at every SHHS graduation Mass) Persons come into the fabric of our lives and then their shadows fade and disppear.
Happiness for y'all!
JCM
"Refuse to fall down. If you cannot refuse to fall dow, refuse to stay down. If you cannot refuse to stay down, Lift your heart toward heaven and like a hungry begger, ask that it be filled, And it will be filled. You may be pushed down. You may be kept from rising. But no one can keep you from lifting your heart toward heven--only you. It is in the middle of misery that so much becomes clear. The one who says, "Nothing good came of this," is NOT YET LISTENING." -C.P. Estes
About Me
- Oscar Vibenius
- a student of classics and religion, an avid theater lover, an unsatiable reader, a music fiend, a constant worrier, an introverted extrovert
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