Group M: Uh...

So, I don’t really do anything for St. Patrick’s Day. I’m not one bit of Irish. I’m mainly Polish. I know when it comes to this day that we serve knockwurst and sauerkraut at the West Alden Kitchen. I know I could have easily said WAK, but I’m trying to use up words. So, on St. Patrick’s Day, which is a Saturday, I will wake up at seven a.m. like every regular Saturday and get ready for work. I usually walk my dog Miley before I leave. I only work a couple hours because I work as a prep-cook on Saturday’s. Then I’ll come home and sleep until two p.m. That’s my noonish nap. Believe me, if I don’t get that in, then I am the biggest *insert swear word that begins with a b here*. I’ll wake up and shower just to make myself feel clean and fresh. I’m a freak and shower every day. Usually for school I wake up at 5:30 and shower. Anyways, I’ll wait until my dad wakes up from his nap (if he’s taking one) and then we’ll leave. Where we go, I don’t know. I just rhymed right there. We usually change up our plans every week just so we don’t get bored. Then after we get bored of being out we’ll come home and I’ll watch television while my dad gets buzzed on wine. It’s actually quite hilarious to see him like this. It’s only wine, but my dad is ridiculous. We were watching Glee one time, and something was said and I didn’t find it funny but there’s my dad…dying from laughter in the corner. My sister and I started laughing at him and he thought we were laughing at what was said on Glee. That was a fail. So, yea, I don’t really do much with these kind of holidays. I don’t see a reason for it, so I don’t celebrate it.