Funky Buttlovin

Hello. Its only been two days! Everyone, including me, has been hanging out with their families all day, so I have a night all to myself. Just me, this 60 inch tv, and my mother's Netflix account.
Yesterday. Was. Insane. Way too much partying. I'm gonna take life easy for awhile. Props to Phil for taking care of me and Jake from about midnight and on last night. Oh Phillip. He's a good friend. Someone who deserves more than what he gets. The world needs more Phillips.
Today, two of the closest families to us came over for the holiday. About 5 or 6 years ago, when we first moved in, my mom used to throw the biggest 4th of July party on the block. All of her friends and their families would come for the whole damn day, and a bunch of houses across the street would have a "works of fire" war, trying to outlast one another the whole night. It was great. Most people claim that it was a better show than what you get at the park.
If my memory serves me right, we stopped throwing the annual party about 2 years ago. Because the houses stopped shooting off the fireworks. I felt horrible for my mom. It always seemed like it was her biggest day. We would work so hard to get ready every year. Like last year, I wasn't even home for the 4th. Looking back, it makes me feel horrible.
But tonight, we were inside watching a movie, when we heard World War III going on outside. The fireworks were back! After, like, a three year absence. When it was all over, I turned to Mom and said, "We should do it again next year...the party. As long as we're still here, I think we can pull it off." She looked at me and smiled. I live for hopeful moments like those.
I finally logged on to my skype account for the first time this summer. I used that shit so much down at school. I think Sam wanted us to skype way back in May. Haha. I'll have to let him know.
I NEED TO SELL MY CAR. I'm such a lazy ass.
Mike. You and I shouldn't cry as much. It doesn't look good to people outside our friendship. People think we're gay.
Sara. You should cry more often. It can be good for you.
Sam. I don't know what the hell my skype name is. Just type in my name. It will show up under Shelby Township.
Lexie. I want you to know that up until this point, this blog took about 20 minutes to write. That was an hour ago. You frustrate me to the point that I have to stay up and watch Star Wars at 2 in the morning. But if it means a lot to you, I wish that I wasn't in (insert movie I saw on Tuesday night) so you could have called me and told me all about your adventures at home. That's all I got for right now. Also, I think this year is going to be really fun.
I'm going to bed. Bye.