[Losing Touch--The Killers]
The more I listen to this song, the more I like it. Huh.
Happy Independence Day! It's the day we celebrate our independence from, you know, the rest of the world, and we scream, and we stare at colorful explosions in the sky. Oh, and eat barbecue. Lots of barbecue. It's a nice holiday.
It's actually one of my favorite holidays, for one reason: fireworks. I love them 'splosions in the sky! Also, I'm fascinated with the American Revolution and our bloody battle, with both words and guns, to be independent from England. It was a time when people weren't spineless blobs who couldn't be concerned with anything except how it affected them. It was a time when people believed in things and could talk about hope, strength, and happiness without sounding like a dork. It was really just a better time. Just like Greece and Rome in ancient times, just like the Olympic games. There's something powerful and magical about it. Something great. On the Fourth of July we celebrate a time when America really, truly meant something. We were something great. Now what do we stand for? Fat people and terrorist targets? Inept leaders and rap music? Illegal immigrants and lazy schooling? What's great about America now? Can anyone tell me?
Enough overly deep, corny rants! Why do teenagers smell bad?
Basil is three months and five days older than me.