So the last post I did was about Megan Fox, so for some reason, I feel like this blog should be better by default. And maybe more intelligent. Because every time I LOOK at Megan Fox (nevermind writing about her), I feel 30% dumber. I feel like I have to read a book by Faulkner or Shakespeare or something to redeem myself.
So we helped my sister Sally move into her new apartment, and the funniest thing that happened is when she met her neighbors. It probably had something to do with the fact that she was carrying an 18 pack of Bud Light from her car when they spotted her and struck up a conversation. Sally is one of those people that thinks that if someone sees her with any sort of alcohol, they think she's a bad egg. She'll be hesitant about getting a glass of wine out at dinner in case she sees someone she knows from school. Yeah, because if someone sees you having a glass of wine with dinner, they're going to never speak to you again. She makes it seem like people are going to tar and feather her and make her run through the streets like that if she was caught with an innocent glass of wine.
But anyway, yeah. She met her new neighbors with a case of Bud Light. Lucy and I were in the living room, and we weren't even watching this scenerio, but I knew that she was going to be upset about meeting them with a bunch of beers in hand, so my first instinct was to shout out, "Hey! Sally! Let's bust out the peace pipe!"
...Of course I didn't. Would have been good though.
But yeah, I put all of Franklin's DVDs in the bookcase, and among them were the regulars, ("300", "Superbad", "Saw II", "American Pie") I found a rather peculiar one. A movie I would never expect to find in Franklin's collection. And yes, that movie was "Stepmom".
Of course I had to point this out to him, and of course his response was something along the lines of "I don't even know how that got there". But I wasn't fooled. I know that he watches it when he's all alone with a glass of wine and a box of tissues for his tears. Because I HAVE seen "Stepmom", and the ending is very sad.
Everybody has their flaws. I mean, I fart in tents. I'm THAT person.
I was thinking about something that happend about a month ago the other day, and I will tell you about it. When my little cousin and I were playing the Sims 3 on Wii, we read online that you can get ghosts to haunt your house. We were instantly interested in this. So it said in order to do this, we had to go to the cemetery, pick up whatever graves we could, bring them back to the house, and put them somewhere in the yard. So we tried to do this, but when we went to the cemetery, we could not pick up any graves. Discouraged, we went about the game. Then, something weird started to happen. The next morning, we walked out our front door, and there was this huge, stone grave staring us in the face. We were shocked. Then we were all like "Oh, I guess somebody died." We instantly jumped on this opportunity and put it in our backyard. But the funny thing is, it turned into this urn.
So we kept playing the game, watching for ghosts to come in the night, but they never came. As we started walking about the town, we noticed there were these big stone graves everywhere. I don't know if you guys have ever played this game, but this was actually pretty goddamn creepy. So we kept taking them, turning them into urns, and bringing them to the house. Every day, the number of graves doubled, like there was some sort of plague going around, killing everybody. But we only laughed and brought them to our house. Sooner or later, we had about 12 urns scattered everywhere from the backyard, to the kitchen table, to the floor. Everywhere you turned, there was an urn. You're probably guessing that we got major ghosts that haunted our house each night. You're wrong. We didn't get SHIT!
So if that didn't get our house haunted, I'm guessing it's impossible.
Or I'll just blame the Wii. Because I HATE the Wii.
Speaking of video games, I think they should make a Parnormal Activity video game. The object of the game is to get rid of the demon before he takes off with your woman while you sleep. HAH! Shortest game ever.
-Jenny
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