I like to call my new dog Cary a rapist because of his insane desire to snuggle.
His old master didn’t really have a job, so Cary was treated like a prince [another name I like to call him] by spoon feeding him and letting him sleep on the bed. So my sister and I have been letting him sleep on our beds.
Yesterday, I had a horrible time trying to sleep because:
1.) He sleeps right next to my leg/foot so I can’t move.
2.) He wakes up periodically and moves around the bed.
3.) He jumps on and off the bed and whimpers to get back on.
I was in the band room [which was super huge] and everyone from percussion was there. I started freaking out because I haven’t practiced at all during winter break and apparently everyone else didn’t either. So we got a bunch of pads and music stands and drummed before Sherrill came.
Lum had his music so I said to him, “HEY, let’s practice” and he flipped to the last page. For some reason when we finished playing that page, he flipped to the “next” page, but since there is so such thing I called him a dumbnut and told him to go to the first page. After I called him a dumbnut, Torstenbo said I was using the word incorrectly [whatever].
Mr. Sherrill appeared after awhile except…for some reason it was Tiger Woods. He gave pit more show music and it had a paradiddle pug-a-da pattern that [for some reason] pit had a hard time playing. So Sherrill [Tiger Woods] started playing it.
At that point I started wondering around and eventually woke up.
Today, my friend and I had to spend lunch in detention for getting less than a 7 on our quiz. On the way from getting food to the classroom, we took the wrong hallway and ended up having to go through the rain. As we passed the open space another student with an umbrella was going the other direction. Noticing our predicament he turned around and held his umbrella for us.