January the Seventh 2014.

Too lazy.

Hi. I am Leprechaun.  Now first thing you should know is Becca is a lazy little thing and can't be bothered writing.

So, my 'name' is Leprechaun and I shall be your substitute teacher for today.  My life has been a very fast, hard one.  From being in a gang of pick pockets, to stabbing someone, to sleeping under bridges.  I also have P.T.S.D (Post Traumatic Stress Disorder) and drink way too much to keep myself not a quivering wreck. 

Now that introductions are done with.  

My day has consisted of three things.  I went climbing.  I had excessive amounts of alcohol. ( >.<)  And I talked to an old friend.  

Okay.  So Climbing.  If any of you have heard of bouldering, that is what I do.  I climb from the bottom of the beach to the light house that's up the cliffs as fast as I can.  It can be quite dangerous and you are supposed to take someone with you.  I never do and that is stupid of me.  But that's just me.  I do several stupid things a day.  Anyway.  So I was climbing and slipped.  Almost fell off the edge that would have killed me.  So that was fun and all.  Next subject?

(LEPRECHAUN YOU STUPID BLOODY FOOL!! I HAVE ENOUGH ANXIETY WITHOUT WORRYING ABOUT YOU ACCIDENTALLY DYING!!) 

Alcohol.  Now this is something that is close to my heart (That I do not condone).  Alcoholism is my chosen religion but I am not an alcoholic!  I am a drunk.  Alcoholics go to meetings.  (I am so close to carrying you to the meetings myself!)  Anyway.  I like anything that burns as it runs down the back of my throat.  If I can't get that I'll get a peer or can of Jack's.  That's enough about alcohol.  (Yes it is!)

Now my friend.  Let's call her... Paul.  (What?) She apparently has had feelings for me for a while.  Unfortunately I do not reciprocate these feelings.  So that is awkward.  I live in Tasmania and she lives in the Northern Territory.  So at least I won't have to see her any time  soon.  

He just apologized to.. Paul?.. and myself for nearly killing himself out on the rocks.  The damn fool will give me a heart attack one day soon.  He'll be receiving two painful slaps tomorrow.  

Any last words Leprechaun?

Don't drink like I do.  I'm Irish and French.  I can hold my drink. 

May you drink like the Irish and have fun like the French. (You just.. Oh whatever) 

I'm out.

The Drunken Leprechaun.