The Keeper of the Keys


My next-door neighbor is moving out and they were packing up their stuff. They had two piles- a move, and a sell. And, as I'm walking up the road coming home from school one day, I see this dusty old piano keyboard propped up against a box. So I stroll nonchalantly up the driveway and knock politely on the front door. The lady answers. I say hello, make small talk, and whatever. Then, hey, are you selling that keyboard? I jerk my thumb in its general direction. She says that she is. I ask her how much she wants for it. She thinks for a moment, stroking the imaginary goatee on her two chins. 25K, she jokes. Or just 25 is fine. I whip out my spare change from lunch money and dash into the house to steal the extra fifteen from my dad. And whabam. It's mine.

Bwahahaha. I am now the keeper of the keys.

And yes I had fun playing around on the photo editor thingy. XP But this thing is just so bitchin' cool.


Taylor said...

ROFL, you amuse me.

Tania said...

You got a keyboard?
Awesome!!! =)
I just got a piano too. LOL


Wow, you really read all that? Danggg. Props! =]

Well, I see you've just had the imponderable joy of stumbling onto the blog of an 18-year-old girl who can't really describe herself in 500 words or less, such as in little text boxes like these. She didn't intend her blog to really become so much like her online diary (she was hoping it would have an interesting, helpful purpose to serve the world and all) but blogging is just kind of fun. This girl's a bit of an environmentalist and a full-tilt vegetarian, a bit of an artist who can't draw, a bit of a writer who can't find time to read, and a completely hopeless romantic. She enjoys white chocolate, coloring, wading in creeks, music, Doctor Who, and speaking in third-person when it's unnecessary like this.

Now go read the rest of the blog and meet her, if you like of course. :)