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...
Okay, This update will be on the more serious side today.
Just kidding! When am I ever sirius? I'm looking at you @Eleanor_Lovegood.
Anyways, so this morning I got mad. Not the crazy mad, the mad type of mad. I'm always crazy mad.
So I was sleeping in my amazing bed this morning, when my dad thought it would be a great idea to wake me up.
I woke up with the sound of heavy metal music bursting my eyeballs.
I mean eardrums.
So, I got mad. (The angry type!)
Here's another lovely tale of my misfortune:
I, as a person, does not swear. I'm perfectly fine with reading or hearing swear words, but I don't swear.
Two nights ago, I was at my ballet class. This weekend we are going to be at a competition. So my ballet teacher taught us a good luck thingy.
Everyone in the team says "Mérdé," (wow I butchered that).
Little did I Know That That was the s-word in French.
I literally swore in French.
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YOU: Why in the bloody world would you swear in French for good luck?
Hush, I was Getting to that.
Anyway, according to my ballet teacher, in the Olden days people drove horse drawn carriages. So, if there was a lot of horse ____(I can't write that word), there would be good luck.
WHAT? Yup. That's essentially it.
Well, that's all I have to say on the matter.
Puff out.
P.S. Thanks to everyone who tagged soneone else on "Read This", I really just wanted to brighten up their day.
