Banfield's Boy

A Young Man's Journey
2002-07-05 10:35:31 (UTC)

It's the Fourth

4th of july today. I wake up and turn on the tv to hear
that some egyptian dude shot a few people at LAX near the
Israeli airline ticket counter. At first they said they
couldn't corralate it to terrorism but later some Israeli
officials said it was an act of terrorism. Smells fishy to
me. I hope that this doesn't become part of everyday life
now. Seems bad enough to see it happening in Israel all the
time.

A couple of hours after the shooting at LAX a small plane
crashed on top of some picnicing families just outside LA.
Really tragic. I heard a couple of children were trapped
under the wing. I don't know how many people died there.

So for this 4th of july i spent the whole day with my
girlfriend. We didn't set any plans for the day so we just
winged it. We went to her grandma's house because they had
a little get together there. Boy was that loads of fun
. The house was hot as hell. All I wanted to do
was watch the dodgers game on tv and try to avoid those
questions her family always ask. So what are you up to,
Jon? What are your plans, Jon? You going to school, Jon?
blah blah blah. I hate when they ask me that junk because
honestly I just don't know. I haven't come up with my
master plan yet for the rest of my life.

I quickly knew that the only way to avoid the 3rd degree
was to eat and dash. So I got up to fix myself a plate when
my girlfriend decides I am not able to fix my own plate.
After a minute of arguing she got a scoop of mashed potatos
and flings it on my plate but she threw it so hard it fell
and landed in some sort of meat stew crap and splashed a
bunch of greasy substance on to my shorts and shirt. FUCK!!!
I was hella pissed. That grease is hard to get out. I was
in a bad mood for a while until a few of her cousins
decided they were gonna leave to go to the Queen Mary for
the fireworks. I quickly made my escape and went home to
change. We converged at a cousins house. I looked around
and soon noticed that that I was the only guy amongst 7
girls. DAMN IT!!! I might have said this in other entries
but I hate when I'm the only guy when I'm with her and her
family. Whatever. So now theres 2 cars headed towards some
other girls house waiting to be picked up.

DON'T EVER LET GIRLS DRIVE YOU ANYWHERE!!!

No offense to women but many of them can't drive for shit.
Don't know how to read directions. Basically what should
have taken 20 minutes to took more than an hour. So these
ladies for some reason think that at about 7:30, an hour
and a half before the show, they can find parking right
next to the Queen Mary even though theres 1 million people
already there and another million on there way there. To
make a long story short we drove around looking for parking
for 2 hours to no avail and we miss the fireworks. We then
retreat back home. So I spent my 4th covered in grease and
trapped in a car for about 4 hours straight.

WORST 4TH OF JULY EVER!!!!!!!!!

GOD BLESS AMERICA.

Jon





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