I Never Will Play the Wild Rover No More

Finally I'm free! Except not really, but that's okay. I handed in my rough draft for my article critique this morning at 12:30 on Tuesday and got out of class 40 minutes early.  When I got to my audiology class, I found out that I got the highest score on our last exam. WHOOP! I rewarded myself with a Blue Moon after class. OKAY now that all of that important information is out of the way, it's time to get to my weekend recap post.

I have no idea what I did on Friday, but I remember drinking an Angry Orchard.

SATURDAY: I woke up at the ass crack of dawn to shower and pack my bags for the Celtic Classic in Bethlehem, PA aka the largest celtic festival in North America. Any other time, I would've been screaming, but I was so excited for this weekend it didn't even matter. After a road rage filled trip to Dunkin Donuts (bitches be trippin') we hit the highway and got to our hotel an hour later where we were greeted by eleventy billion bikes from the Shamrocks bike gang.

When we got into the room we looked around until we realized that the shower was in the living room, which was also our bedroom...and kitchen. I repeat: THE SHOWER WAS IN THE LIVING ROOM. Don't believe me? Here's proof.

Next, we left the hotel to head into town for the opening parade. I've never seen more men in kilts (see also manly skirts) or bagpipes before. It. was. awesome.

After the parade we went to get some food hallelujah! We sat and listened to some Irish band play while stuffing out faces with pulled pork sliders and Irish nachos.

The rest of the day was spent drinking Magner's Cider (my fave) and eating some more.We saw two Irish comedians, Irish dancers and watched Barleyjuice aka the best Irish rock band I've ever heard perform.

Right before we left, we grabbed some strudel to take back to the hotel, where I proceeded to eat it like this.

On Sunday, we woke up and grabbed breakfast at the hotel before heading out to church and then back to the festival for shopping before heading home. Mom bought me a little booklet full of Irish wedding traditions because I already picked my wedding date want to get married on Saint Patrick's Day.

It was the best weekend I've had in a while and I was sad to leave Bethlehem to go home and write a paper.

Now for a photo dump of the rest of the weekend pics.
XO - Monny

I'd Rather Be Sleeping

It's Monday and I'm not going to pretend to like it.

I hope you all had an awesome weekend! I had so much fun with my family this weekend, but I won't have time to write about it until tomorrow or Wednesday. #sadpanda

Yes, I actually sent this Snap out last night.

After enjoying myself all weekend, I got home to a messy room(why do I do this to myself?) and a 4-6 page paper that I hadn't started writing yet(still working on it). These guys were pretty decent writing buddies, but I could not concentrate no matter what task I was working on.

I guess it's time to get off Twitter and get back to my actual schoolwork. To the dual monitors, Batman!

Any tips for getting stuff done when you can't concentrate?

See ya when I see ya!
XO - Monny

I Hate Facebook

Happy Friday!

I'm so happy I made it through this week! All that's standing between me and Irish Shenanigans Celtic Fest 2013 is Stat class, work, and one sleep!

Back to today's #Blogtember post. I'm supposed to be writing an anonymous letter to my Facebook friends, but I hate letters. Instead you get

THINGS I HATE ABOUT FACEBOOK

"Click LIKE if you love God, keep scrolling if you love the devil." These posts drive me batshit insane. If I want to prove I love God, I'm sure I can find another way to let Him know. I don't need to use Facebook to do it. I'm pretty sure He doesn't have a Facebook anyway.

Math problems. If I want to do math, I'll start my stat homework. I don't need to put my answer in the comments for no one to see. This is social media, not Algebra I.

Game requests. No I don't want to play Candy Crunch, Shitville, Diaper Dash, or Vampire Mafia. I have more important things to do than sit on my ass racing to serve fake customers lemonade or burnt souffle.

Drama queens. There is nothing worse than the girl/guy who starts shit on Facebook, only to post a status saying that they're "so done with people who cause drama." YOU CAUSE ALL OF IT. If you don't want people to know about how much drama is in your life, you probably should post every insignificant life problem on Facebook.

Diary entries. We the people do not need to know every single detail of your day. This is the real world - people just don't care that much. If you want to document your day, create an online diary and write in it for you. We don't care how many calories you consumed today or what color your underwear is. Anyone who cares that much will text you or call you on the phone. Spare us, please.

My brain has it's own file folder for stuff I hate about Facebook, so this probably won't be the last post you'll read about it. And as usual...

I know you hate Facebook too, let's talk about it in the comments!
XO - Monny

Linking up with a hungover Princess Whitney for #backthatazzupFriday !

In honor of the Irish Weekend I'm about to experience, here's one of my favorite Celtic Woman songs!