That's Amore!

Is it against the rules to post two blogs in one day? I'm just doing a recap. You know, recapping. Putting the cap...on the...alright. A very insane thing happened to me recently, and it boggled my mind! Boggled! IT!

As the story goes:

I was logged into msn, commenting back on myspace, checking hotmail for my mother's annoying e-mails, feeding my hamster, whatever. Doing the "I just got back from doing something so I need to check on everything" deal. Anyways, I'm chatting to Marybeth online, catching up with her, when I hear gravel churning and brakes squeaking. I weasel on over to my open window, and what I see confused the bajeezies out of my fourteen year old head! Black cars. Everywhere! Like, five! ("Brb Marybeth! Black things!") And a small group of people coming together as they exit their cars. All dressed in black, head to toe, women and men alike. I was puzzled. Did somebody call my dad out on the drugs hidden in the walls?* Is Angie actually engaged in the clan I thought she was from the start? Did my brother hire these people to take me away? The doorbell rings as I'm imagining the possibilities. I force my feet to the door, sliding sliding shuffle and stop. Black shadows, people moving, mumbling. I am so scared, why would I ever open the door? I'm not opening the door! I open the door. I watch the floor as I pull the metal handle toward me. And what am I presented with? Oh! Just a flock of French people looking for a funeral. A man advances towards me, the leader, with a lovely mustache I can't quite describe, and a head of fluffy hair. "Hav wee com tu urlee fo ze fooneral?" I stare. Stare stare stare, because this is everything I've ever wanted to happen to me in my whole entire life. "Oh, um...there's..." A woman's voice says, "Ai think wee hav ze wron hous." I stare. "BOK TU ZE KAHR!" The man shouts, and everybody backs away from my door, quickly enter their cars, and drive away, leaving me staring into the dust. After what seems like hours, I run back up to my room and give Marybeth and Alaska Girl a brief summary of what I just encountered. And, a video. For you! :)




*that was a joke.

Music Music Music!

So I went digging. Yes, I dug. I found an old trumpet in the attic, my dusty electronic drum set in the guest room closet, The Clintons-signed guitar in the cabin across the street, my brothers old electric Dean and amp in the living room, some chimes over yonder, and Rock Band drumsticks in the garage. I ran around collecting these instruments, because my ipod was dead and internet was down, and I needed music. You know, I needed to breathe. So! I set everything up in my room. And I tried playing them all. Not at the same time though, because that would be...HA HA IMPOSSIBLE HAHAHA okay I tried that too. Didn't work! I don't have any musical abilities; I used to be able to play the trumpet, but just a few notes and I thought I was the coolest person ever. But whatever! Anyways, I am so so very bored in Montana at times. So here is a video, yes a video, of me trying to play the instruments while talking on the phone to some girl in Alaska.