Kind of (ok, REALLY) weird tonight. I drempt the girls in our class were all taking a pointe ballet class together and only Tori and I had ever taken lessons (don't ask me why it was Tori, sorry Hannah) so we were tutoring everyone else, but Tori (sorry) kind of stunk at tutoring so I had to do it, and since I did such a good job, I won a prize- new, super-padded pointe shoes and a new Barré to use at home, and I had to teach classes in my living room (ugh). Then, I went to our gym teacher and BEGGED him to let me quit, so I took football with the boys instead. Austin (accidentally? Probably not) beaned me in the face with a ball and I woke up to it actually being my dog sitting on my face. Yuck.
When I went to sleep again, I was again with our class, but at a picnic. Everyone had brought sandwiches (except Julia, who brought sushi) and I open my lunch box to find my dad had given my lunch I made to my brothers and instead packed me squid ink in a bottle and smoked cow tails. (Not the candy, but an actual tail of a cow.) Then this guy comes along and tries to kidnap Javier and Mykayla and our Language Arts teacher (who I'm, out of respect, not using her real name) and he throws a jar of Nutella at my head and I wake up to Sammie sitting on my face (again).
I go to sleep again and dream that I have lost my book report for summer reading and I was running around trying to find it. I wake up to my DAD sitting on my face (ok, he wasn't actually sitting on my face, but he was pretty close) and then again to my mom warning me that Dad's going to mow the lawn and Sammie is going to freak out again.
If this isn't proof that I'm crazy, I don't know what is!
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