Whatever, leprechauns

Happy St. Patrick's Day. This day means absolutely nothing to me, but every year I get peer pressured to don kelly green. I have exactly one green shirt, and luckily it was warm enough to wear it today. I have never seen so much green as I saw on my classmates earlier. We all looked like children of the Jolly Green Giant.

I can't even use this day as an excuse to drink, because I have a nine o'clock class tomorrow. In fact, I'm going to spend my evening reading a play and watching American Idol. Hopefully that show won't shove this holiday in my face, even though Seacrest would make an adorable green leprechaun.

One channel that I will be avoiding is QVC. My obsession with QVC may be a little weird, especially since I don't usually buy anything, but for years now I will put it on in the background while I'm doing other work. I know all about the hosts, about the five easy pay system, and about the special programs they do periodically. On St. Patrick's Day, it's all Irish, all day long. Which means it's 24 hours of selling, like, claddagh rings. BORING. What would liven it up would be to have the hosts knocking back pints of Guinness while presenting the items, but somehow I doubt that idea would ever come to fruition.

So have a good day, whether you're kissing the Blarney Stone, or waiting, as I am, for it to be March 18th.