Mood: Sleep-Walking. emotion_drool
About 4 weeks ago I went to the chorus tryouts. I entered them and surprise to me, made the chorus group named "Lady Blues," -- An all-girls-chorus-group of elegant, refined ladies. The choir conductor especially wanted me in this chorus group since I have a very rare gift; I've both alto and soprano vocal ranges. I've even secured a solo for the first concert *NEXT* year. Apparently, I'm better then I gave myself credit for...
This morning has been eventful -- My dad's female pit-bull got into my room, and tried to lay down with me & my Maine-Coon, Riley, whom apparently, did not approve. Riley bonked the dog on the head, and tried to attack her. I expected the dog to attack, but she was amazingly tolerant. She just got up, and left the room. I smacked my cat on the tush, and he pulled his ears back and lowered his head. I went to check the dog for any wounds, but she had none. My cat's hissing apparently woke my parents up, and they blamed me for the issue. I didn't leave the door open -- I was the first to go to sleep! How was it my fault? Urg.
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