The Car Show *Insert Horror Music*

Last night I took my car to an antique car show at a gas station just up the road from my house. Since I finally have my license, My Dad let me stay there with my old sister to watch his car and mine.
I love my car, I like showing it off too. It's a 1972 Cadillac Eldorado. (Yes it looks just like the Boss Hog car from the Dukes of Hazard.) My Dad has a Rolls Royce Silver Cloud. (Don't ask me the year I cannot remember.)

Anyway, I thought "Hey, I like old cars. I have an old car.. Let's go to the antique car show!"
No. It was nothing like you would think. Most of the cars were only about 1 or 2 years older then the antique age... Not really impressive. I thought that since there were enough cars there, maybe I could sneak off and go back home since the only people I seen were older men and their wives who wanted to talk about cars. Nothing else. At first it was fine. I'm ok with car talk some... And if we are talking about my car I can make you believe I really know what I'm talking about. But in reality, I don't.
I started to look around for a quick escape route, but I noticed something rather.. what's the word? Horrifying? Either way, It wasn't good. The way they were parking the cars, the first people who got there were blocked in. (Yay...)
So I decided to sit down and listen to the band that was starting up.

Ok, let me tell you a little about the band... It was made up of 4 men in their late 50's.
When the music started up it sounded dreadful. One woman actually started dancing. As the music went on, it got worse. The keyboard player was the tallest out of the group. The only reason I'm about to tell you this is so that you can get a mental picture about how horrible this was for me.
The guy was over six foot tall and had this canary yellow hat on with a rainbow horizontal striped shirt and some jeans that were really really big on him.
Got a image? Good. So since he was really tall the keyboard was awkwardly high off the ground. He played with one hand and was swaying/bobbing (I guess you could call it dancing) along with the music. After the first few songs still no one cheered. But a bunch of old men talking about cars aren't really the cheering type I guess...
Anyway, the band took a break for a few minutes. Just enough time to let some other older man sit across the picnic table from me and start downing a few beers. After about ten minutes the band returned with a sense of over self confidence.
Keyboard guy 'tapped' the mic. causing every ones attention to turn back to the horrible band. After telling all little children to get off the train tracks for the tenth time (Of course they didn't listen) They started playing again. But this time, Keyboard guy was much more enthusiastic about being on stage... He danced in circles while he wasn't needed and screamed into the microphone. (Did I mention this was slow sad country music they were playing) He was acting like he was playing at a rock n roll concert. It was two songs before I realized he was holding something... (I'm pretty sure it was not a cigarette) every time he raised it to his lips he let another angry/proud yell into the mic. After a few songs like this the man sitting at the table with us started cheering. (He's the only one that did. But he was drunk.)
I text my Dad soon after this, the loud music was giving me a headache... He showed up and I finally got to go home. A few minutes after getting home Dad texted me that he was sick of it. But he stayed until the cars were unblocked.

Needless to say, I will NOT be going to anymore car shows...

Reasons I don't care for Boy Bands

I don't like the mega fans that only talk about their one obsession. I really really hate that. If your going to obsess about something make it something worth talking about. Yes, I understand you 'love' him/them (No I don't really. You've never met them.) And why you hate their girlfriends or wives because he loves them and not you, (You people are insane. I really honestly don't know why you people do that.. They are happy? Aren't you suppose to be I dunno.. Happy for them?)
I also hate the facebook post and pictures. With all the hearts and comments that say they are perfect... (No one is perfect! You have to love someone for their imperfections. Not because they are 'Pretty')
My young cousin posted yet another Justin Bieber picture on her wall, an anti-fan had doodled on a a poster and ripped it, smiling as she did it. I liked it. But my cousin thought it was evil and she should die... (No clue what that's about) So I commented on it. Here's the comment:

 It is seriously disturbing to hear you say the guy is 'fine' ... Also how would you know they are gay, stupid, gross, and weird? All of you girls fighting over who is better needs to get a hobby or something. Really now, when was the last time you read a book? (Not Twilight) Or there's this magical thing called outside, where you can go mud ridding and talk to your friends face to face. I don't care for either of them. I just wanted to point that out since this was the first thing posted on my wall this morning. Thank you and have a nice day. P.S. So has one O. And no one is perfect.

Is it bad I can't wait to hear what all the what are they called again? Belibers, I think... Anyway I can't wait to hear their reply to that.
I understand that all people are obsessed with something. (Mine is Sherlock Holmes and all thing Mystery.) But you don't see me going around saying I'm going to marry Benedict Cumberbatch, Do you? I just slip Sherlock phrases into my everyday conversations, which no one catches except for my older sister.

I'll probably think of something else to put but right now I can't. So Look for updates.
Laters!

The Epicness of the Epic Jar (Explained)

When I woke up this morning my sister told me to look at my blog. I seriously had no idea what she was talking about... I didn't remember what the post said or why I had written it but when I read it.. well.. it was like this. I remember writing something that I thought was so amazing but I didn't think I posted it. But as it turns out I did.... and it wasn't a amazing by far. So now I am going to try to explain what I meant...  or what I think I meant...


Warning: This Post Contains extreme Epicness, Overexposure to the Epicness may cause the following:
Exploding Laptops (IPhone or any other item you might be reading this on)
Spontaneous Combustion (I don't see how I spelled that correctly, I didn't even know I could spell it...)
Feeling Like a Ninja (I probably said this cause I was feeling like a ninja for some reason..)
Feeling like you can fly (Not my fault if you jump off a building.)
Blindness
Baldness (your hair will leave because it's so epic)
Swelling of the epic gland (Not everyone has one) (Seriously?)
And of course, the sudden urge to read more of my posts! (That's it, end on a very self absorbed note.)

Right now I'm in the state of between half asleep and half bored awake (Bored awake? Your not even awake! How did you even turn your computer on??) ... So I decided to type a post. (Aren't I smart.) (Oh yeah so smart...) I am sitting in the living room with my cat desperately trying to lick my laptop. I don't know why, he just is. (You gave him catnip. He was loopy as that David goes to Dentist kid.)

So let's talk a little about the Epic Jar. Of course everyone knows about it... and if you don't let me spare you the time of googling it. (No one has to google what it is... You can GUESS what it is and get it right..)  Every time you say epic, you must put a dollar in the Epic Jar. Even if you don't have a dollar. At the end of the day after everyone has gone to bed the Epic Jar takes what is owed out of your wallets. If you do not have anything in your wallet it goes for your bank account. None in there either? It'll take anything in your house that cost as much as you debt.. (So the Epic Jar is alive? And it steals from you... That is so messed up..)  So don't freak if you loose your favorite earrings or cuff links (Not sure if anyone even uses cuff links anymore.) (No one does.) Just remember, The Epic Jar is watching. Waiting. (And by the time I finish this post he'll be rich too.) (Yeah, you've only said epic a billion times...)
Until now there hasn't been a way to stop this epicness... (Since when is being robbed epic?)  We've never known what it looks like... until now. (I think I just wanted to draw a picture.. it's pretty awesome for someone that's asleep...)

*Epic Horror music plays* (What is Epic horror music? BTW, this is the best picture I've ever drawn on a computer)
Now that was know what this monster looks like we can stop him! (maybe... probably not...) (Yeah. Most likely not....)
He knows habit you have. NOTICE: I said habit not hobbit. (Alright, this makes no sense at all.... I was thinking of hobbits and how tiny they were and I guess I thought I should make it clear that I didn't say hobbit... I have no clue what I was trying to say at the beginning...)
Most of you deserve having your money taken by the Epic Jar. (No you don't) But since I'm taking the time (And money) to write this. I want this monster found because I will be broke once he reads this post. (Since when can a jar read?)
I must hide my wallet now, have a nice hunting trip! (Like all of you are going to go find a jar and kill it because I don't want to be robbed. I just said it's ok for you to get robbed but not me... Jeez I'm vain when I'm asleep...)

Anyway I really hope this cleared things up a bit... if not... I tried. But I seriously need to hide my laptop so I don't post while I'm asleep anymore.

The Epicness of the Epic Jar

Warning: This Post Contains extreme Epicness, Overexposure to the Epicness may cause the following:
Exploding Laptops (IPhone or any other item you might be reading this on)
Spontaneous Combustion
Feeling Like a Ninja
Feeling like you can fly (Not my fault if you jump off a building.)
Blindness
Baldness (your hair will leave because it's so epic)
Swelling of the epic gland (Not everyone has one)
And of course, the sudden urge to read more of my posts!

Right now I'm in the state of between half asleep and half bored awake... So I decided to type a post. (Aren't I smart.) I am sitting in the living room with my cat desperately trying to lick my laptop. I don't know why, he just is.

So let's talk a little about the Epic Jar. Of course everyone knows about it... and if you don't let me spare you the time of googling it. Every time you say epic, you must put a dollar in the Epic Jar. Even if you don't have a dollar. At the end of the day after everyone has gone to bed the Epic Jar takes what is owed out of your wallets. If you do not have anything in your wallet it goes for your bank account. None in there either? It'll take anything in your house that cost as much as you debt.. So don't freak if you loose your favorite earrings or cuff links (Not sure if anyone even uses cuff links anymore) Just remember, The Epic Jar is watching. Waiting. (And by the time I finish this post he'll be rich too.
Until now there hasn't been a way to stop this epicness... We've never known what it looks like... until now.

*Epic Horror music plays*
Now that was know what this monster looks like we can stop him! (maybe... probably not...)
He knows habit you have. NOTICE: I said habit not hobbit.
Most of you deserve having your money taken by the Epic Jar. But since I'm taking the time (And money) to write this. I want this monster found because I will be broke once he reads this post.
I must hide my wallet now, have a nice hunting trip!

Fun Times With My Friends

Alright so, everyone should know who Jess is. (If not read The time my friend and I lost a creek on one of the hottest days of the year) I doubt that anyone knows about Yowah.
Yowah is my old sister. She wants me to call her that on here. It's Eskimo for seal peeking through an ice hole. Don't ask how she got that nickname. It's a long story. Another one of my friends is Emily. She is very crazy but just as loyal and more fun then anyone could ask for.

Let's start with a what happened last time Jess came over. We were sitting in Yowah's room playing Mario kart around 3 in the afternoon or so. We were really getting into the game yelling at each other and throwing bombs like crazy (Yowah and I, Jess decided to watch that game.)
Half way through the round Jess raises her hand. I glance at her then look back to the game.
Me: "What are you doing?"
Her: "Do you believe in snack time?"
At this point I stopped the game and looked at her like she had lost it. After getting a snack we came back in the room and I just start insanely laughing. Why? Because that it when what she said finally hit me. In my head I hear Patrick Star from spongebob saying that over and over. It's still hilarious.
(BTW: I do not remember half of that night. Just this.)

One of the funniest times I can remember with Jess, Yowah, and I is the time we went to the water park a few years ago. Yes the park was fun but the ride back was just hilarious.
After about 5 hours in the sun we called it quits and headed home... On the way back we were so bored. So what is the first things bored kids do? They annoy people. We started singing an Alvin and the Chipmunks song. The Christmas one with only like 5 lines. We sang that song at least 13 times before Jess's brother slammed his head into the back of the seat and yelled, "OK! Enough already! Pick another song!" So we started singing the witch doctor one... This continued until we ran out of songs and started singing the first song that popped into our heads. By the end of the trip everyone in the car wanted to throw us off a cliff. But the three of us felt slightly epic.

I love piano lessons. I always come home with a new story. Mostly because my best friend Emily is the teachers daughter. One week we were sitting on the couch watching TV when she suddenly hits me in the face with a pillow. Naturally an epic pillow battle starts. Not a fight. A battle. There's a difference. Anyway about two minutes into the battle Renee, Em's older sister, tries to brake us up. That's when we turned and started attacking her.
She finally got the fly flap and started fighting back. Once Yowah's lesson was over she came to tell me it was my turn and Em and I turned on her. So the fight between good and awesome (Awesome being Em and I, Good being Johonna and Renee) continued. We fought for a good five minutes before I went to do my lessons. But that is one of the random things that happens at piano.

So as you can tell a ton of odd things happen to me. Right now I cannot think of anymore but when I do, you guys will be the first to know.
Laters!