Happy 4th, sort of.

The 4th of July is an ok holiday most of the time.The day was pretty boring until night.I was going to bed,but I felt like I was missing somthing.I was trying to go to sleep when the fireworks started.Those evil little things have horrible screams and giant pops.I hate them so much ):< .There were so many things going on ( the loud fireworks,the fan humming and freezing me to death,my super bright alarm clock,the feeling that I'm missing somthing(oh wait, thats caffine.), and my sister's horrible music.This went on for what seemed like hours.At 12:00 pm,I thout about opening the window and yeling "It's past midnight,it is'nt the 4th of July anymore!Go to bed,tard buckets!"Around 1:56 my sister went to bed,and I took out my emergancy super-pillow.It's dark red and softer than any pillow,lucky me (: .The fireworks were still going off,but my pillow was 100 times softer.Then,finally,I yawned and drifted to sleep.........Then I woke up at 7:00 am.The first thing I heard was the small pop of a firework(how can they still be going on!).Just what I needed,a morning firework,ya right!