fourth of july, really. not the fifth.
quick update before i go to bed. school tomorrow. i left the greater chicagoland tonight at about 820 and arrived back home in iowa city at 11:55. l ong dark drive. but i'm here. now i have class in the morning and a couple acts of 12th night to read before i go. i really should stop going home. but i gotta go back again this weekend for my little cousins' bday party. my aunt wants me there. plus there might be a continuation of the nice little family ffeud we're having. fun times ahead. lots of yelling will be had. yay!
so now, another year gone by. another fourth of july.
as usual we had the old neighbors over. good times were had of course, except when i had to drive to five liquer stores to find some special kind of beer. the 'rents didnt tell me how much to buy so i got a six pack figuring only one person was drinking them, and then proceeded to get yelled at for it and when i offered to go back they told me no. at 230, a half an hour before everyone was supposed to come over, my father decided he didnt like how my hair looked and told me to set it with electric rollers. needless to say, i spent the first hour or so of the party with rollers in my hair. it was great.
i miss the fireworks this year. kinda. well i missed the ones in itasca where we usually go, but i saw a bunch as i drove home. fireworks are really the only reason why i like the fourth of july. mostly cause i just dont really america, or americans, or our culture. but the fireworks make up for it. i think they're really romantic, which of course when we go every year i'm sad. this year i was somewhat even more sad because i was all by myself during firework time. when i came back and while i was in italy i had this notion that i was perfectly alright by myself and i dont need anyone else but me to survive. which is true. but now as i'm getting more and more into reality and life i feel as if i do need someone. i dont know who. just someone.anyways. it's stupid and never gonna happen.
apparently, tim (the boy down the street whom i've known... for forever.) wants to go to new york city after he graduates. i proposed to be roommates to his parents. yay! i kinda miss him. we went to seeing each other every day since we were five (and before that since we lived down the street from each other) to seeing each other like twice a year.
k. i'm done rambling.
so now, another year gone by. another fourth of july.
as usual we had the old neighbors over. good times were had of course, except when i had to drive to five liquer stores to find some special kind of beer. the 'rents didnt tell me how much to buy so i got a six pack figuring only one person was drinking them, and then proceeded to get yelled at for it and when i offered to go back they told me no. at 230, a half an hour before everyone was supposed to come over, my father decided he didnt like how my hair looked and told me to set it with electric rollers. needless to say, i spent the first hour or so of the party with rollers in my hair. it was great.
i miss the fireworks this year. kinda. well i missed the ones in itasca where we usually go, but i saw a bunch as i drove home. fireworks are really the only reason why i like the fourth of july. mostly cause i just dont really america, or americans, or our culture. but the fireworks make up for it. i think they're really romantic, which of course when we go every year i'm sad. this year i was somewhat even more sad because i was all by myself during firework time. when i came back and while i was in italy i had this notion that i was perfectly alright by myself and i dont need anyone else but me to survive. which is true. but now as i'm getting more and more into reality and life i feel as if i do need someone. i dont know who. just someone.anyways. it's stupid and never gonna happen.
apparently, tim (the boy down the street whom i've known... for forever.) wants to go to new york city after he graduates. i proposed to be roommates to his parents. yay! i kinda miss him. we went to seeing each other every day since we were five (and before that since we lived down the street from each other) to seeing each other like twice a year.
k. i'm done rambling.