I was upset. It's easier said than described. I couldn't keep condemning thoughts from seeping into my head. They bothered me. I laid on the sofa staring at up at the ceiling, pondering the words that had dug deep into me earlier in the morning. Later, I stood in front of the mirror trying to make sure my face was not that red. That it didn't seem like I was really upset. After all, the claim that I had allergies had worked tons of times before. Yet, suddenly stubborness siezed me. As everybody went outside, I retreated to the well-decorated corner. It seemed like the best way to get away...although I realize now that if I really wanted to get away, I should have chosen a more isolated spot than a corner right smack in the middle of the family room. My sister understood my quest and went outside to fetch me food. Rob and Jason cocked their head toward me in puzzlement. Dan did the same thing. Nicole asked me whether I was going to go outside, but I shook my head furiously. Rachel, Amy, Tammy, and Kristie never noticed. Steve gave my sister a look. During this entire time, I put the flag over my head so that I could fulfil my isolation. It almost seemed like AGATE, but the situation wasn't the same. I knew the people. It all depended on the perspective. And to my surprise, Jon came over and decided to accompany me in my journey in isolation in the blue corner.

The house reminded me a lot of my Aunt Frances' house. The blueprint was nearly the same. However, there was a sense of elegance. Compared to my house, the sense of elegance only was apparent in the large capacity.

I know a total of three Jasons. One makes me feel degraded. Another is a player. And yet another is actually pretty nice. Still, at this point of my life, I consider all Heathers to be partially evil.
That's not to say that all Jennifers are self-centered.

Sometimes, I really enjoy being a guy. If I wasn't a girl, then I would be a guy. Great logic, no? Still. I played chubbie bunnie with Jason. Eating cherries has always been a bit of an awkward activity, because it means that one single cherry would only provide less-than-satisfying flesh. Jason stuffed 11 cherries in his mouth the first time. I stuffed 13 into mine. Unfortunately at number 12, someone made me laugh and drool dripped outof my mouth. I think Jon got a picture of that. Oh and I got a dribble on Jason's shirt. :D
Yes, that purplish stain is going to be there forever.

Fireworks at San Ramon were pretty good. I haven't seen fireworks live for four years. And even then, it was still a sight. Somehow we chose to sit right in front of two dogs. Unfortunately, the dogs didn't really know the difference between a scary noise and a noise resulting from a beautiful sight. And I must say, I want to return to Central Park in Bishop Ranch. It seemed like a rich man's community.

Then we spent about twenty minutes waiting to leave the parking lot.

My sister wore her United States flag. I used it to wipe away my sorrow (fine, I desecrated it...yes Jon, I will burn it someday...not today though). We used it to keep us warm. Then we used it show our minimal patriotic pride.

God bless America.