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Last night I went to a fireworks show at the church I used to go to.
Tons of highschoolers and middleschoolers were every where...boys and girls trying to impress one another...huddled in their groups....collectively trying to be just like the other. Oh how I don't miss being that age.
It was certainly awkward for me though, you know when you get to some place and one of the only familiar faces you see turns their head and ignores you? Yeah it sucks. Moving on.

So I'm reallly excited about Birmingham. I'll get to sleep in tomorrow and sit by the pool reading nylon and chuck klosterman.
Just a second ago I had a conversation with a guy that I work with about barbecue-ing for the weekend. He admitted that he is a full blooded german and loves his polska kielbaska (sp?) and that his parents invited themselves over for the day. I told him it should be a B.Y.O.B day....Bring your own Bratwurst kinda party. I now realize that was corny and am embarassed. Bring Your Own Bratwurst? Really, Betsy? Really? Yeah I know...I'll stop.
Oh but wait, there's more. I even said, oh gosh I'm going to regret posting this, "Let's get this brat party started". I am ashamed at my lame-ness. People really should turn their heads and ignore me with comments like that. Shame shame shame. I mean he laughed really hard...though I know it doesn't excuse anything.
I'll go now.