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Happy 5th! I got home around one this morning, so I didn't feel like getting on the compy and blogging about my holiday. But here I am now! Yay.
We went to the beach to watch fireworks for free because we're cheap, and unfortunately there were no drunk uncles with us this year. We got to the beach around 7:30 pm, and it was still light out because of freaking daylight savings time, so, obviously, I had to protect my precious skin from the sun. So there I was, dressed in all black (covering my entire body), on the recieving end of many strange looks. Hey, at least I won't get skin cancer. That's right. I'm talking to you, lady. Some drunk woman had the gall to laugh hysterically at me, so I gave her a death stare, but I've learned the hard way not to infuriate the drunk people. When we were in Arkansas eating at this restaurant on the water, some dude and his posse were going out on a rented boat, and the dude was drunkenly yelling curses. There were little children about, so I felt it was my duty to yell back, "very cute!" and some random insult and the next thing I knew, there's a beer bottle flying in my general direction, but it landed in the water because the boat was too far off for his pathetic drunken throwing range to reach us. But still, lesson learned.
When the sun (finally) went down I took off my pants (hey hey! I had on my bathing suit!) so I wouldn't be so hot, and put on one of those bathing suit wrap things for your waist so I wouldn't feel nekkid. The fireworks were spectacular! Except for the ones stupid people set off when it was still light out. Honestly, what the hell? When the real fireworks were going off, I was listening to my CD player, which gave the whole event a very ethereal feel. Everytime I saw a firework that looked like a shooting star, I wished that Devon loved me, and when I thought it, it seemed as though the fireworks exploded right aftwerwards as if to affirm it. But then again, maybe I'm just a hopless romantic.
I really, really need to stop. But I can't! I'm addicted! Devon = my cocaine. <3
Goodness, I hope he never reads my diary. *snicker*