I got into a fight with my brother...nearly got up from my chair and smashed him in the mouth for saying shit he knew I'd entrusted him with...so I now know to never talk to the little fucker about anything.

Got draggged to a fireworks display that I wanted to go to but changed my mind about after said fight and was pissed off the whole way up the road.

The amusement park wasn't as packed as we thought it'd be but we didn't ride much, my brother got sick and sat on a bench for about an hour or so.

But I got to meet Marcy Rylan (Lizzie from Guidling Light, Winnie, I think, from Bring it On: All or Nothing) and see an okay fireworks display...could have sworn they used to be better...

Oh, but getting out of the park was a pain in the ass. The traffic is always nuts but this year, Dad decided he was going to be "smarter" than everyone else and not "waste 5 gallons of gas" sitting in traffic, he was just going to have us sit out in the cold and the rain and see what was going on in the park still but Mom and I vetoed that and headed back to the car. It took about 15 minutes to get him to finally try and get us out and as soon as he did, we were off so his idea wasn't the greatest anyways.

He got lost twice (even though we've been there probably hundreds of times)...had his head up his ass... I thought, "Oh fuck, I'm dead, he's giong 60mph up the road at midnight and keeps getting lost, there's no fucking way we're not going to end up dead somewhere at this rate..." Mom finally got him to pull the hell over and let her drive, though, so I survived another 4th of July thanks to her.