So... I had to write a story for spanish. It had to be a christmas story. I wrote it. It's a work of art no matter what you guys say. A work of art despite the length, typos, cheesy jokes, etc. It's a masterpiece to me and I actually laughed when I read it over.
I went to bed at 2 AM this morning. Writing the story, doing my scarf, and watching glee. That episode made me want to cry, by the way. So freaking touching!
I woke up at 5 AM. Why? Because I needed to take a shower and my mom locked the puppies up in the bathroom. That had the only shower available at the time. Sooo, I hear this alarm, BEEP BEEP BEEP (the annoying type of Beep) and I groggily and reluctantly got up, wondering if the apocalypse would happen since I was waking up at such an ungodly hour. Well, it pretty much did. My plan consisted of waking up, silently moving the puppies to the exterior of the shower, and taking my nice, hot, relaxing shower. This is what actually happened: I went inside, crept over to the shower (Where the puppies were being kept), and three little puppies looked up at me, and I swear, they looked at me like I was some god or something. I didn't register what problems I would cause if I took them out of the shower, put them on the floor with their cage, and took my shower really quickly.
My shower was going fine, the puppies were being appreciatively calm, and I was taking my shower. Half way through, though, Large Puppy started wailing as if someone had chopped of her poor legs and put lime on them. Shocked out of my stupor from the shower, I tried to calm her and reassure her that her legs were indeed not being chopped off and being tortured. But nooooo. This dog insisted that she wanted to cry and wail because she wanted to be back in the shower. She didn't simply want to be pet. She wanted to be back in the shower because for some reason, she understood in her tiny little puppy mind that her bed was still there and she wouldn't take no for an answer.
This awkward dilemma got even worse. As the wails and whines grew louder, my poor mom got woken up and I swear, she would have murdered me right there and then for waking her up at 5 AM if there hadn't been any puppies as witnesses. I took the puppies out of the bathroom, awkwardly wrapped in a towel, while my mom shot imaginary daggers at me every once in a while.
Once the puppies were out, I was free to continue my shower. I finished it as soon as I could to help my poor mother with the puppies, who had calmed down now and were sleeping contentedly in her lap outside of the bathroom. I got dressed and sort of cowered in the corner while my mom whispered soothing words into the puppies' ears. I asked her if I could do anything, to which she replied, "I don't know." The axe-murderer tone was clear in her voice. I then offered to towel dry the shower so that we could put the puppies back in there so they could shut up. My mom accepted this idea as decent and I rushed to clean the shower before my mom decided to kill me or something. Once everything was dry, I put their stuff back in the shower and proceeded to carry their tiny little selves back to their makeshift home.
It was now 6 AM and I had nothing better to do, so I decided to make some coffee since I only got 3 hours of sleep last night.
And currently my only life sustenance that I'm using is coffee and whatever little rest I got from my 3 hour slumber.