Hello anyone who happened to be snooping and found my book! My names Puff, and this is my rant book.
I honestly just talk about whatever I feel like, which I'm fairly sure is the purpose of rant books in general.
Anyway, if you would like to continu...
Once upon a time, I felt the need too tell you about my interesting day I had this weekend. It started weird, and just got weirder.
These are some of the things that I discovered:
1. I should never say Hola too a grocery bagger. 2. Gods have weird personal lives. 3. The ending of "The Lost Hero" is evil. 4. The authors Rick Rioridan (Hero's of Olympas) and Jennifer Donnally (Waterfire Saga) are conspiring against us. 5. I should really make a prototype of my squid-pen-thingy. 6. There is no chance in the world that I can sound even slightly as cool as Lee Jordan when I commemtate a Quidditch match. 7. I can't apparate. 8. I like being called Puff, so now I'm going to refer to myself as such.
Here are the explanations for some of the more interesting ones:
1. Once upon another time I was at the grocery store with my mother. We got the stuff we needed, and then got to the checkout line. I then walked over to the grocery bagger. This is our conversation chain: ME: Hola. GB: Do I know you? ME: (Very intelligent sounding) Huh? GB: My name is Ola. Again, do I know you? ME: (Stares at him dumbfoundedly) GB: Are you okay? (Apparently I was looking a little too dumbfounded.)
Anyway, the minute I walked away from the grocery-bagger-dude I started banging my head against the grocery store wall. Yup. In the middle of the store. A good three people asked if I was okay.
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Anyway, back to the original topic.
6. I was rereading the first Harry Potter during the Superbowl yesterday, (made it to page 202 in a hour and a half), cause I felt like it, and then I attempted to commentate like Lee Jordan. I failed miserably. Honestly, my dog had to leave the room. I sounded that bad.
