July Fourth, ranting, philosiphy and star wars. Wait, what?

"Nothing important happened today." -Excerpt from King George III's Diary, dated July 4th, 1776.


So, today we Americans celebrate when a bunch of old men signed a piece of paper that plunged us into war with the most powerful militant force on Earth (at the time). Over tea. Christ, we're a high-strung bunch of jerks, ain't we?

Moving on: Today my parents are off to boston. I declined going, since no amount of continental breakfast can convince me to spend the day wandering the city with my parents. Having done it, it's no fun. Really, we end up walking. Walking no-where. No-where, no-fun, I say.

Despite my urgent need for a continental breakfast (they're starving me here), I'm going to be here, maybe writing but more likely playing video games and listening to music and doing all the things that I can do for fun.

I've been watching the old Star Wars films, and does anyone else notice they leave major plot holes flapping in the wind? For example, how does luke survive a 250+ foot drop through sky city's interior? Why does he never use the force on vader? How come he still goes to fight Big D even though Leia screams "its a trap!" at him three times, loudly, while within thirty feet? How come he doesn't try to save them when they're being carted off by stormtroopers?

During the assault on the Death Star, why do they bring y-wings? These are bombers, and the whole purpose of the assault is to launch missiles into a tube. Why does no one try to evac the rebel base? What does yoda eat?

I could rant on for a bit, but I'm tired of it and running out of holes.

I'm still being antisocial, sitting inside all day, since I can't get out. I know, you're probably thinking: GO TO BOSTON THEN, YOU STUPID LOSER! But that's the problem. I can't go anywhere with just my parents! I'd die. I can't stand being with them. Individually, its fine. But together, they team up on me to create an atmosphere of "sit-down-shut-up." Which, as any compatriot of mine will testify, I do not like doing.

My mom keeps telling me how I need to get out and do things, and won't stop bringing up scouts and changing what I said and I CAN'T SHUT UP ABOUT IT. URGH! The problem with all this is everytime I bring this up, I feel like I'm ranting and being emo. Which is no fun. But with luck, scott will arrive on schedule, and I can head to paintballing/laser tag/ whatever with the community center/youth group/something. As usual, I'm out of the loop. Dang.

My dad keeps spiking his drinks, so I have to get my own lemonade. I'll rant about that a bit. Or I could leave you to enjoy your summer, since most of you will have plans for big barbecues and other such social things on the fourth and won't read this till after. Too bad you're all 3000 miles away. Say "hi" to someone I don't know for me at your party, if you read this in time. I'll be here, alone, cold, and hungry, on the fourth. Have a better day than me!

Damn, I sound emo again. Are you emo if your life sucks and you don't shut up about it? Yes, I think. Are you paranoid if people are after you? I sure as hell hope so.