in the dark you say my name. ....
and no i havent got a prayer...
life's been good to me. and today was great. i felt like crying, is wear when i returned to st pats. and god... it was amazing. everything. everyone. it wasnt about the prize at all. it was all about the people there. and what it truly meant to be a son of st patrick. man i miss those guys. and so we took photos. we talked. i blew a trumpet. and we played soccer. and that was all that i needed to miss those guys like hell, all over again. siiigh.
sons of st patrick's valiant and true.
my dad was talking to me on the way home. how he's kinda glad i went to st pats. and the kinda person i became and how the school had such a strong character. and boy am i glad too. it made me who i am. it made me rishik. thank god for that.
so tomorrow its mardi gras at TJ. two tachers have requested to see me. haha. worrying, but to be frank im kinda excited. ah well... will tell you more later.
im MC for ICS night. sweet.
im not sure what to feel right now. think i better go iron my uni and sleep.
goth!
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