Fourth of July.
Pretty epic. No one reads my journal, but i thought I'd post anyways.
It's true, I was in PJs until eight. Probably one of the better parts of my day, actually. I went over to the Miller's house at eight thirty. The chairs were already set up, fireworks outside, but it was too bright out to light any. I hung around with Jake for a while, said hi to the cousins/parents. Then, Dylan, Jackson, and Conor got there. I hadn't seen them in like two or three years, and they had all grown up tremendously. Dylan is only a year younger than me, and might I say, he is going to be pretty damn hot when he gets a little older. The two twins, Jackson and Conor, who are nine, were insanely cute, and i wanted to eat them. They remembered me as "the evil Kelly." HA. HA. Jackson followed me around relentlessly, and Conor followed Jackson around relentlessy, so I had two nine year olds tagging along with me all night, constantly making fun of how low my voice is (I CANNOT WAIT until they hit puberty. HA.) and how crappy and holey my shoes are. GFY because my people make fun of my Converse (Connie and Kanye) enough as it is. Wanna know why they have so many holes in them? MEMORIES, man, memories.
Anyway, the fireworks portion of the night was quite enjoyable, and had be screaming a lot. I hate those screechy ones, and when someone throws a Tazmanian Devil or whatever the hell they are called right at your feet while trying to light some grown-up fireworks, it can be rather frightening.
Some chick named Brianna, who as far as Jake and I knew, had no connection to the family, was there. I hung out with her for a little bit, but after discovering just how annoying she was, I tried to avoid her. (I'm so judgemental. Really, it's not good.) She thought she was just the shit because she was soooo good at lighting fireworks because she was from the WESTSIDE HOMES.
The highlight of the evening was watching the 'Farting Priest' with Jake after all the exciment and people were gone. I was laughing so hard that Don actually left the room. Yeah, the video rocks my socks off, if I were wearing socks.
I was only there until eleven, last year I stayed until two in the morning, but I promised Jake I would come back today. And that is what I am going to do now. Goodbye, and I hope your fourth of July was as exciting as mine!
It's true, I was in PJs until eight. Probably one of the better parts of my day, actually. I went over to the Miller's house at eight thirty. The chairs were already set up, fireworks outside, but it was too bright out to light any. I hung around with Jake for a while, said hi to the cousins/parents. Then, Dylan, Jackson, and Conor got there. I hadn't seen them in like two or three years, and they had all grown up tremendously. Dylan is only a year younger than me, and might I say, he is going to be pretty damn hot when he gets a little older. The two twins, Jackson and Conor, who are nine, were insanely cute, and i wanted to eat them. They remembered me as "the evil Kelly." HA. HA. Jackson followed me around relentlessly, and Conor followed Jackson around relentlessy, so I had two nine year olds tagging along with me all night, constantly making fun of how low my voice is (I CANNOT WAIT until they hit puberty. HA.) and how crappy and holey my shoes are. GFY because my people make fun of my Converse (Connie and Kanye) enough as it is. Wanna know why they have so many holes in them? MEMORIES, man, memories.
Anyway, the fireworks portion of the night was quite enjoyable, and had be screaming a lot. I hate those screechy ones, and when someone throws a Tazmanian Devil or whatever the hell they are called right at your feet while trying to light some grown-up fireworks, it can be rather frightening.
Some chick named Brianna, who as far as Jake and I knew, had no connection to the family, was there. I hung out with her for a little bit, but after discovering just how annoying she was, I tried to avoid her. (I'm so judgemental. Really, it's not good.) She thought she was just the shit because she was soooo good at lighting fireworks because she was from the WESTSIDE HOMES.
The highlight of the evening was watching the 'Farting Priest' with Jake after all the exciment and people were gone. I was laughing so hard that Don actually left the room. Yeah, the video rocks my socks off, if I were wearing socks.
I was only there until eleven, last year I stayed until two in the morning, but I promised Jake I would come back today. And that is what I am going to do now. Goodbye, and I hope your fourth of July was as exciting as mine!