Why my fourth of July sucked this year. Now this is nothing new to me, it's been years since we last did something for J4.

The History of my J4's:

Last year we did two or three sparklers in the driveway, which is what we usually do. If we're lucky, we can sometimes see the fireworks people do, or the ones from the Rec. Center behind the turnpike, but they stopped doing those.

This year especially sucked.

As it rains a lot, our basement floods....with sewage. This year, I got the pleasant experience of finding the basement flooded, and getting to tell everyone at four in the morning why we would have to clean the next two days. (Happened yesterday, and cleaning commenced today). I woke up to the happy curses and vents of frustration from my father, who had to clean it up, and my mother, who was woken up by my father's anger. This happened for the next three hours.

Then, my mom worked on J4 this year (she's the one who does sparklers in the driveway with me). She was mad about having to work (she works nightshift) and took it out on everybody.

My brother has not showed his face here since yesterday (after he promised he would fix the internet when he got home today).

Then there's the internet problems. Our internet likes to break....a lot. It kicks you off randomly, then lets you sign on, kicks you off again, etc., etc. This is mainly what I would like to do to cope with the loneliness, but the slipshod internet won't let me.

After my mom left it was peaceful. My dad showed me the Red Wings Stanley Cup Champion shirt he got me (which fits very nicely :D). I got on the computer, and crossed my fingers the connection would stay. My dad and I do not communicate through this time period. One of my best friends, Danielle, showed me meez.com to keep my boredom at bay, which I was occupied with until the internet crashed.

Then, my dad tells me he's going to the local bar, where he was at yesterday. My lonliness accelerates higher. I get to spend J4 with my house. I feel as useful as the stuff we threw out that was damaged in our basement. I cope by going on the slow, unpredictable internet. It holds me over until it goes out completely.

Fourth of July....I can hear the fireworks burst outside, but can see none for my eyesight is not that of a superhero's. I think of the last time this happened to me, which was oh....that's right, New Year's. =/

The one person I would like to speak to is out with his family, which completely blows my fun away. I sit down to write a list on why I don't like America, so I can reference it when people say 'Y do u lyke canaduhhhh sooo much?' .

I get bored and feel my tummy rumbling. I go downstairs for food, and my dad is passed out on the couch. I can't find the food colouring, so no J4 ice cream like I made last year. Instead I make a salad out of cheese, croutons, and the rest of the iceberg lettuce we had. I finish my salad, and as I put things away I notice we actually had salad, someone didn't put it in the right place. I sighed and put the salad in it's rightful spot, and turn to eat my pathetic, dressed-up lettuce. I see white, blue and red lights dancing on our pool's surface. 'FIREWORKS!' instantaneously goes into my mind. I look up to the turnpike, instead, to see a cop car, stopping someone. Probably for drinking. At least someone else is having as much fun as I am right now. I looked up a minute later and they were already gone.

My internet kicked off again, so right now I sit here making a memoir on my brother's computer, hoping he won't come home.

It's nights like these when I feel I am the only one...