The Day of America's Birth

was crap. It was utterly crappish. In fact, it's so crappish, I'm not even going to tell you a lot about it.

Just a little though.

I was dressed up with star-sprangled stuff and patriotic colors and my mom wanted me to ditch the party and go visit her friend of 20 years with me. I regretfully declined she got pissed and made me walk home from the station and so I texted Russell and Aaliyah and they said they'd be at the party so I was like cool, and then a certain dastriche that goes by the name of Amphelia Cwartz (she's a nice person, but NOT REALLY) TOTALLY WENT DASTRICHE ON ME. IM SO PISSED OFF IM NOT GOING TO EXPLAIN WHAT HAPPENED,

So bottom line: My life in Korea is a disaster, the day our founding fathers started our great nation is UTTER BULLCRAP, and the only thing that keeps me alive at this point is my trip to LA. The end.

EDIT: Not that... I'm coming to LA or anything. I wish, but that's not happening.





The end.