The Puppy

So for Valentine's Day, I received this really cute stuffed animal from my... I don't know what to call him exactly. Currently we're friends. At the time I suppose he could be called a prospect? I liked him, he liked me. It all seemed like it would work out. And then Valentine's Day arrived. And he decided to act in a fashion that resembles that of most boys: like an idiot. I suppose, however, that I should not complain, for I will have a wonderful story to tell for the rest of my days.

Basically what happened, was this boy, scaring the crap out of me in order to leave me a Valentine's Day gift. Normally, I would find this type of behavior quite endearing, but unfortunately, my terror, caused me to awaken my parents. It was they who found the puppy sitting with a card and a homemade CD on my front steps, not me. This of course, caused them, a whole lot of anger. It was like 11pm and they were sound asleep when I woke them up.

I suppose I could have been a brave girl and gone and opened the front door myself, but I live on a busy street with a bar on the corner. You never know who's knocking on your door at 10:30, 11 o'clock at night.

I couldn't have asked for a better gift, however. And I don't think he quite realizes this. The puppy, who's name is Lucia, sleeps with me every night. She fits perfectly into my arms because of the way that I sleep: curled up, basically like a cat, in a ball.

Speaking of sleep, I probably should go do that now. I have school in the morning.