So my 17th birthday was spent procrastinating an English poetry question, watching Kitchen Hero, taking a vague interest in the football match, going for another walk beside the river with the pup and eating a giant cupcake that my mam and foster sisters made for me (awh).
Didn’t do a lot today. Took Ellie (the puppy) for a walk down to the river and around the place and then went into Callan with Claire to see The Hangover on the big screen which they were showing in the old co-op (think it’s illegal but whatevs) and Claire kept obsessing that there were bats.
Half day because some of the hurlers came with the Liam McCarthy Cup (!!!). It was the best mostly because John Mulhall sang his song. Then I got pizza which is a big deal and I saw that manky whore (I’ve been using the word “mank” a lot lately) who was extremely rude to me and Ciarán when we were working for the Arts Featival. Took a lot in me to not go over there and smack a ho! yo. Then I talked to Anthony who didn’t come into school today because he was working. There’s commitment. After that, I went home and slept for 3 hours.