Alright, so, today is Independence Day (American Holiday)!

So, last night after I published the last part, I walked downstairs and my brother comes home. One, looking for his backpack. Two, driving a friend's car...

Okay. Then, he MENTIONS that he won't be home for the rest of the night and he won't be home until the afternoon of the next day...

I swear he is seriously bad at planning and telling people things...

So, I spent last night home alone.

I woke up this morning, got dressed, and left before noon...I seriously wanted to sleep in after waking up early for a few mornings...

I went to my boyfriend's house, stayed there for an hour. Went to his brother's house, spent five hours there meeting and talking to his family. By the end of the fifth hour, I was sore from laughing and talking with his younger sister and his cousin, and was full from eating.

I was quite proud of myself with the socializing and eating!

After that we came to my house and my brother was home.

My brother made himself a sandwich for dinner (his baby sandwich...I swear it was a little bigger than a newborn!), he only ate half of it.

I remember when I ate that much...has it only been about a year...? I had a conversation like this with my boyfriend's sister and cousin. I used to be able to eat a lot...not so much anymore...I miss eating...

Anyway, before it got dark, my boyfriend wanted to go on a walk. We walked to his brother's fiancée's parent's house (it was only two-three streets away from mine!). That's a mouth full! XD

We talked to the father for a bit, then started to head back to my house. We past a house that belongs to someone at my church and my boyfriend starts screaming.

I turned around and saw my brother (we left me at the house), and laughed SOO hard!

We talked and ended up half running and half walking back home. I actually ran faster than my boyfriend, I was shocked! But, it felt great to run again...to feel like I was flying again...

I might start running again, but I'm not sure.

Anyway, we got back to the house and few of my brother's friends came over.

They started doing stupid things with the leftover fireworks. I swear I was close to killing everyone!

So not safe. Always have RESPONSIBLE adult supervision when handling fireworks. I'm serious.

Not much to say now. My brother took my boyfriend back home, because my dad doesn't want me to drive after ten at night (...I broke that rule a little on Saturday...*nervous chuckle*...).

Now, I'm here writing this.

It was a very unique July 4th, the first I didn't spend with my parents.

I still can't get over how much I did yesterday...so glad I'm not doing anything tomorrow while my brother is working...

Anywho, I have to go. Bye!

~MsPenguingirl1234.

Published: July 4, 2016.