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...
I am exhausted. Seriously. At the moment I could probably sleep for a good ten hours. (Which is honestly as long as I can sleep for in one setting.)
If you're wondering, last week everyday I had four and a half hours of dance, (including when I'm assisting) and everyday this week I have four and a half hours of dance.
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Anyway, but what my big question is right now, is 'How in the world is it fair that my dog gets to sleep all day?' I mean literally, all my dog does during the week is sleep, and occasionally glare at me when I've awoken her from said sleep.
How in the world is this fair?
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But seriously though, I have another question.
How is it that my dog always finds the most comfortable spot in the house? I mean seriously?
She somehow always ends up curled up into a cocoon of blankets with a pillow for her bed, or she's snuggled up into my dog bed, or she's sprawled out on my mom and dads bed, or she's tucked into my fuzzy chair, with blankets wrapped around her.
How does that even happen?
I'm crying on the inside.
My heart is broken in seven. (Don't you love references?)
My soul has diminished.
*Cue obnoxious crying*
Back to original topic:
I feel like I'm going to just pass out in the middle of my lyrical (type of dance) class today.
And if I pass out in class, and then knock my head against the barre, please mourn my loss.
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