Hello everyone. Let me just start by saying I suck at blogging. Ok. Now I dont know why I havent been posting because a lot has gone on. I went to Disneyland and Knott's Berry Farm with my orchestra. It was great. I mean the themepark stuff. The actual tour was not. The back of a crowded coach bus, with sick perverted kids playing truth or dare behind you, you are feeling like you will puke out an organ or two and you are stuck in the desert some where between California and Nevada. Just picture this for moment. Oh I almost forgot about the little girl sitting behind me who thought that me in pain was hilarious and that she should spend every waking moment of the trip tormenting me and pulling my hair. Ok, now picture it. Fun. But really in the end it was more fun than not. I love my Disneyland but man Knott's was increadible. So fun. California Screamin' seems like a baby ride now. We only got six hours in Disney which was sad but, I got my churro and frozen lemonade so I was happy. Oh and I saw Push the taking trash can. He is my favorite.The Xcelerator
This was one of my favorites at Knott's

A Dream? A Smoke Alarm? An Explosive Device?

Ok, so last night at about 4:20, or I guess it was this morning, I was awakened by the most annoying, loud, high-pitched sound. It was like the cha-chunk of a bell or something, but don't get the wrong idea here. Not like wedding bells or cathedral bells, like digital bells of agony. At first I thought I was dreaming and then I thought it was some kind of smoke alarm, and yes even when I thought it was a smoke alarm I just lay there on the couch like a lump. Scary. I heard my grandma say, "It's coming from this drawer!" My first thought was Oh crap, it's a bomb. I just know it's a bomb. I got up and saw my poor grandmother rummaging through the junk drawer in search of the mysterious and ever so annoying "bomb." When she located it she held it up and handed it to me. It was my fathers phone making the horrendous sound. I turned it off and gave it a dirty look. I decided I would not tell my dad that his alarm was going off and that would just serve as his punishment for waking up our guests. This morning I looked at his phone and re-listened to the "antelope chime" as the Blackberry calls it. It really wasn't as loud as it seemed at four in the morning. Still, quite annoying and good enough for me to write a blog about it.