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I SAW FIREWORKS ON SATURDAY NIGHT >:DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD Happy happy me. Half the fun was just wandering around (and spending an hour and 15 minutes in the food line behind an idiot). I blew upwards of $25 on the vendors that were there, and NONE of it was for anything good. Junk food and toys. The toys are particularly worth writing about because ( my choices are amusing. )

OH RIGHT THE FIREWORKS. They were nice, good variety, good color, could have been longer. The real sell was the grand finale, which was an overflow of fireworks for what seemed like the longest time. My father and I started laughing and cheering like lunatics. Seriously, it was like armageddeon. THE SKY WAS FALLING.

I was kind of tired and wimpy today, but I went to a tourist attraction called the bridge of flowers. It's an old trolley bridge that some people bought and planted flowers on. Pretty. Also sunny and hot. :(

EDIT: To people on my flist who were unsure about posting less-than-cheerful things in their journals:

ANYBODY WHO ACTS LIKE YOU SHOULDN'T IS BEING SILLY.

As I understand it, you are NOT the kind of people who are in a position to do something about their horrible lives, but don't. Nobody can help having a few problems they can't solve, everybody has to be sad sometimes, and WHAT THE FUCK IS A JOURNAL FOR? Do it! If you ever catch me complaining you can smack me!

EDIT: (00:14:24) Olive: WE ALL HAVE BRAIN SLUGS