Ugh.

Here we are... 5:30 in the morning.
I've been up for an hour now.
And I'm not happy about it.
I've decided today, at this precise moment, that nothing on this planet sucks more than fucking allergies.(except maybe stepping in dog shit...barefoot)
I woke up from a sneeze-fit that lasted nearly twenty minutes and which resulted in the use of about 300000000 tissues and a long, LOUD, and nose dripping adventure to find my allergy pill.
So, thanks to all cats out there that shed their fur. And yay for breathing in air right after icky fumes and smoke were released from fireworks. I can assure you, that combination is as awful as you think it is.

Hopefully headed back to bed,

Barber

"We're all mad here"

This cat...may just be the culprit of my issues.

The Fourth of July

I love blowing shit up.
The Fourth of July is the perfect excuse to do just that! (Not that I need an excuse). This year, like many others, I had the privilege of spending this glorious day with my grandparents. My grandpa usually has big-ass firecrackers hiding in his garage. And he likes to pull those out and let me light em. They are usually extremely old and super loud...which is always perfect. The big booms that make my heart skip a beat are one of the things that I live for.
Along with firecrackers, we light sparklers and set of, what used to be illegal, fireworks. Gotta love it.
The other perfect thing about being at my grandparents is the fact that they live in the middle of no where. The roads are practically deserted, and the view of the stars is unlimited.

So, when we exhausted our supply of fireworks, I retreated to the middle of street. It is so freeing to be able to lay in the middle of the street. After all, it is the day of freedom! I got to lay out under the stars and just look at them. Such beauty in the millions of tiny lights.
Then a thought came to mind: While I was looking up to the stars, I was reminded of the late nights back at my own home. My neighbor and I have spent numerous times outside under the star light. Again, I was reminded of how much I miss him. It's silly to think that my life-long friend ended up being one of the only people I care about more than myself. (Maybe a slight exaggeration...because I would do anything for my friends and family. But seriously. No one beats this guy.) It's also crazy how the stars make you think such sentimental thoughts. Him and I are separated right now, but when both of us are back home I know that we will have at least one more night under the stars. And I seriously can't wait. And who knows what might happen? ... (:
Back to present life reality... after laying under the stars, I got bit by way too many times by the damn mosquitoes. But I lit off some more sparklers, and took some more photos. It was a great day...all in all <3
I can truthfully say that I am proud to be an American!!!

Feeling thankful,

Barber

"When I saw you, I fell in love. And you smiled because you knew."
William Shakespeare