He's not from Ireland, and why aren't you wearing orange?

Hello, Blogosphere!

Anyway, I just made my video for NTBD and I'm soooo mad.

My dad said my camera would come today.

IT DID NOT COME TODAY.

One unhappy Zoe.

If you have not figured it out yet, I'm catholic. I love being catholic. I love the tradition and the priests and how we have our own country and government and saints and reconciliation and purgatory and heaven and being the largest christian sect and having Mary as a saint and not being obsessively in love with Jesus, I mean, I love the man, but he's not the only thing that catholics have going for them.

I also love my youth group, Youth for Christ (Y4C!)

Anyway, I live in the south. There is only (of my knowledge) 5 other catholic kids in my school. The rest are Baptist/Presbyterian/Methodist.

On a side note, I love Rachel Maddow. She just told my to think of how much I would spend to have my picture taken with Sarah Palin. Then, she told me to keep adding zeros.

Um...:

0,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000... That can go on for a while. I hate that lady. (Can you tell I'm also a liberal democrat? It comes with growing up in upstate NY, bee-otch.)

Back to Catholic-ness.

So, today was the feast day of Saint Patrick, the patron saint of Ireland (Not from Ireland, the man was born in Scotland). Now, he's pretty darn Catholic, being one of those catholic saints and all... But remember, all those kids in my school that are protestant? Well, the Protestants in Ireland wear orange to separate them from all those catholic-greenwearers. Want to know the funny thing? Not one person at my school was wearing orange today. (I'm rolling my eyes.)

Also, that funny little shamrock? Used to teach the Holy Trinity. Yeah, that holy trinity, the one that those protestants don't believe in but were plastered with it anyway? Yep, that one!

In other news, I found a four-leaf clover! Yay!

Buh-Bye!

Oh, I suppose I'll type in some green now.