July 4, 2005

Happy Fourth of July. Woot. Man…I don't wanna write today. Hooray for independence? I wish we had some fireworks. We do, kinda. We made this big fire thing. Ok, no, we didn't. It's not like the movies, folks. You can't get a fire by rubbing two sticks together. You can get blisters but, no, no fire. We did however manage to get a small-ish fire. All thanks to Becky and her one-track mind. She had a cell phone in her pocket. Ha ha. I honestly think she thought she could get reception for a while. Loser. It's a miracle it survived being in water. But I guess we were only in the water for like, nothing. We kinda found the raft pretty quick. Cuz everyone wanted to help us. Cuz we're cute, innocent, little kids. Suckers. So, anyway, we've got a no-signal phone. Woot. You can play bowling on it. Ha ha. But I don't. Videogames of any kind give me a headache. Especially today. Gosh, I feel awful. Like I got hit by a truck or something. So, anyway, fire. Yeah, we reflected light off Becky's phone's screen. Pretty resourceful, huh? Man, we deserve a reward. So, yeah, we got a kinda half-good fire. We decided to celebrate since it's the Fourth and all. So (now don't barf) we found a dead bird and roasted it. And ate it. With bananas. It was (I think I might barf here) good. Well…no, not really. But, hey, meat is meat, right? Beggars can't be choosers. And we are so in the beggar category right now. We had fun though. We danced around the fire singing old Spice Girl songs at the top of our lungs. Which wasn't good for Becky. Becky and music just…no. Don't even go there. Little Kid was a mess. She didn't know any words or anything so she just ran around aimlessly. I kept thinking she would trip and fall in the fire, but nope. She's totally cool. Maybe just a tad bit under the weather, but I think her thingy has more or less passed. It's me I'm worried about now. I mean, during that whole thing I was acting crazy and having fun, so I didn't really notice. But now that it's dark, and I'm by myself (writing by the light of the phone), I'm just dead. I mean, like, my head is so heavy I think it'll fall off. I gotta sleep or something or…oh, man. Ok, I gotta go. I don't know what happened. Ow. Ok, this is bad. I'm gonna pass out or something. I gotta go…oh, my gosh…there's like…a…oh, gosh…