yesterday i went to philadelphia to see the fireworks. they were really pretty even though it rained. we got there really late. lionel richie played and i watched from a big screen because i was so far away and it was really packed. everyone was drunk in the city of brotherly love. on the walk to the car a girl in front of me was smoking a blunt. oh, i love america.
wildflowers in pennington has really good veggie pizza. someone should take me out to dinner and dancing. i need to get out more and not watch the simple life so much. and get these gross extentions taken out.
last night i had a dream that i'd rather not mention but i woke up feeling how i felt in the dream, upset. i don't know how or why i felt the same when i woke up. dreams are too mysterious but also very symbolic, i'm sure.