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I know I said I'd put up a post today.

...technically, I have.
I'm sorry, I just haven't finished yet, and I forgot some parts.

Should I try to finish it, or- should we wait until something interesting happens?

Stahp yelling at me, I know, and I'm sorry. 

Here, have a gif D: 

i cnat ytpe

I cannot even begin to tell you how cold my fingers are. I can't feel anything, and I can't do anythiiiing.

I'll be trying to practice my violin like 

[insert .gif here]

FUDGE, MAN.

I can't even find the right .gif to convey mah feelings-

I just-

I can't. 

I'm done.
I'm so done.
So. Done.

Like.

Done-done.

Done-er than an...

overcooked broccoli in a steam cooker

what

Umphhh. Let's left-justify the text, shall we?

Ahh, back to normalcy. So, ima just list allll the things that are going wrong because of my fingers. forgive my poor grammar and lack of capitalization and perhaps punctuation

1. I can't practice violin.

2. I cut myself on paper twice, but I couldn't feel it. That's how BAD it was.

3. I can't start&finish the portrait of my dad in pencil like I had planned to, and some people tell me it's due tomorrow. 

4. I can't move my fingers very well.

5. I can't type. This post took way too long.

6. I can't bring myself to add gifs in here. But maybe I'll try it once.

Have a corgi.

*sigh*

My fingers are cold, and I'm miserable

Extreme Hardcore Cardio Action (EHCA?)

Last Friday, my mother pulled me out of my dark and enclosed lair bedroom to exercise. 

First, I lol'd.

Then I realized she was serious.

(I don't actually hate exercising, you guys.)

So my two little sisters are biking, and mom and I are fast-walking behind them. I got my baseball cap on, my water bottle in my hand, and I am good to go! By the time we get to the end of our street, the blazing sun unleashes its fury. 

Sweeeeeaaaaaaatttt... eww.

Zuko does the "dripping" look better.

On the first lap around the block, I'm still walking. I see 3 younger girls with their table and cooler, standing by the sidewalk I'm on. I can see where this is going, they're selling lemonade. How cuuute-Awww shoot, I didn't bring money with me on this walk D: 

Maybe they'll be too nervous to approach my sister and I- oh, nope. Dangit. 

I can see that my sister is a bit unsure as to what to do, even from being behind her. 

Girl: Would you like to buy some lemonade?

Katie (my sister): *says nothing but brakes next to their table and looks at me questioningly*

Me: *nears the girls* Hi c:

Girl: Hello! Would you like to buy some lemonade?

Me: Oh, I'd love to, but I don't have any money with me D: *pats my pocket-less pants to show them*

Girl 2: Uhh... the first person... gets a free cup.

Me: ...really? o_o (Such luck.)

Girl: uhmmm ...sure...?

Me: (I knew it xD) 

I'm not in the mood for pink lemonade, and I'm pretty sure mom would not approve, but I decide to let my sister have some.

More Zuko.

Me: Well, could I just have a cup for my sister please? 

Girl 3: I'll get it! *hands Katie the cup of pink lemonade*

Me: What do you say, Katie?

Katie: Thank you! :D

Girl: No problem~

Me: Thank you, girls. Cya!

Seeing my sister thoroughly enjoy her drink makes me thirsty too, so I chug down some water like

My goodness, who put that Zuko .gif there? Who did it? Hands up, you guys.

Before my sister and I continue our trip around the block, I take a look at the sign on their cooler. It says, "5 cents per cup PINK LEMONADE." Cute.

We are now on our second lap, and I'm still walking behind Katie. As we near the lemonade stand again, the girls are gone, but the table and everything is still there. How odd. As we get closer, I read the sign. It now says, "FREE Pink Lemonade." 

My faith in humanity. Is just. Up. There.

Doodoodoodoodleydoo- It's the 3rd lap! Katie keeps stopping at the corners of the sidewalk, and it's  seriously starting to piss me off annoy me.

Katie: Do I stooooppp? 

Pauline: No, Katie... just- just KEEP GOING, alllll the way home, okay? don't stop to ask me all the time! 

Katie: Okayy.

So we move past the next corner without any questions asked. Wonderful! 

I need you guys to understand that the sidewalk across from my house is basically a rectangle. 

Here, have a map. The red is the path of our journey (only one lap shown.)

Since Katie is on a bike, and I'm walking, she outpaces me by quite a bit. As we're going down "lemonade street," I see her get farther and farther away. Thinking that she was going to stop at the corner to wait for me, I didn't quicken my pace. 

She just keeps on going around the corner and out of my sight. 

EXPLETIVE.

I can't leave her alone, so I drop my water bottle and sprint like a Peeta.

I catch up to her, and I'm all like

Some neighbor taking care of his yard was staring at the out-of-shape girl run after her ignorant sibling. How embarassing. Psh, of course it wasn't me. What are you talking about?

I gave my sister a little talk on the dangers of running off. I also thought about how I could have gotten her to stop asking me at every corner better...

 but not before I wiped off some sweat like

Oh look, it's... Zuko! 

I'm not sorry. ATLA ftw.

Highlighter Shades

Fact! Pauline is trying to rock sunglasses with highlighter-colored temples. If you are currently visualizing highlighter marks on my forehead, you are sadly mistaken. Google it.

Fact! Pauline is feeling hungry. It's almost dinnertime, and she doesn't wanna ruin her appetite, but daaaayyuuumm would she like to head downstairs and be all like

I gots foooooood, bishes!

But afterwards, I know I'll be all like

So no food for me... yet.

Fact! Pauline has another story to share with youuuu!     readysetgo

So, I may... have missed the bus home today...

*ahem* ...yeah... 

ANYWHALE. I was sitting on a bench outside of Battlefield, waitin' for my mum to come pick me up. I had a couple minutes before she got here, so I pulled out my French homework to get some of it done. Lo and behold, some girls are walking along the sidewalk, slow as a herd of turtles stampeding through Nutella.

Octothorpe-awkward-mind-visuals-of-turtles-slathered-in-Nutella.

If you don't know what an octothorpe is, EDUCATE YOURSELF. Moving on. #awkwardmindvisualsofturtlesslatheredinNutella

Girl 1: So he was like... blah blah blah blah
Girl 3: Omg no way... blah blah blah
Girl 2: *straggling behind the group* Lol, you guys- OH MY GODDDD, A BUGGGG
Girl 1 and Girl 3: *keeps talking to each other about the he said she said*
Girl 2: IT'S ON ME, YOU GUYS.
Girl 1 and Girl 3: *not listening*
Girl 2: AHHHH GET IT OFF
Girl 1 and Girl 3: *laughter at whatever they were talking about*
Girl 2: (Expletive), I think it's gone. Ohhhh my God. 
Girl 1: *turns around* Oh yeah, what did you want to talk about?
Girl: A bug. was f***ing. on me.

I look up from my haphazardly negated French commands in time to see the other girls make faces like 

Later, the girls make it inside the building, which is a miracle considering the pace they were walking at, and my mom eventually comes to pick me up. As I pack up my stuff, a ladybug flies across my vision. 

I don't know if you were the one that was bothering that girl, but thank you for making my day, ladybug.

The NASA Lecture

On Wednesday, after school, Dana and I were supposed to rehearse for solo & ensemble... but... we didn't.

Not that we didn't want to! It's just that we couldn't =.= The practice rooms were locked, and people were inside the orchestra room. So what do we do instead? 

WE GO ON A JOURNEY, WANDERING THE HALLWAYS, ON A QUEST FOR... an interesting after-school club to kill time. 

World History SOL Review?
The NASA thing? Nah.
Drama? Nope, Dana went through the doorway a couple feet before coming back out for unknown reasons. 
Edge Club? Guess not.

Dana: *Chinese words* 
Me: ...? (Oh, she's on the phone.)
Dana: *hangs up* Can we go back to the cafeteria? I have to get a sandwich.
Me: ?!
Shannon: Okay.
Me: (Did I miss something?) What, why? 
Dana: My mom's in the cafeteria and she wants to give me a sandwich.

So we get to the cafeteria, pick up the Subway stuff for Dana, and make our way back to the orchestra hallway. 

Me: What are we even doing?
Dana: I don't know.
Me: Who are we waiting for?
Dana: We're not waiting for anyone.
Me: So what are doing? Here, Dana, you can go eat your food in the orchestra hallway, while Shannon and I go see the "space thing" Harold was talking about.
Dana: Wait, but isn't there something going on in the auditorium?
Me and Shannon: Ohhhh myyy, that's what we were talking about.
Dana: Ohh. Okay! ^_^

*fast forward past the interesting presentation about NASA and the programs it has, but I couldn't see the screen well, nor could I hear the person speaking*

Goshdarnit. More time wasted. 

Synopsis of my day:

No progress whatsoever. 

'Ello there! Pauline here! I didn't use any gifs for this post, as you can see. Pleasant change? Not-so-good change? Tell meh how you feeeeeeeel. (And no, I don't offer relationship advice. If you'd like a complicated riddle that actually has no purpose, but serves as a metaphor for your life and somehow you pull something beneficial from it, feel free to ask me about that too. I am not held responsible for anything stupid you might do with it, though.)

Demon Summoning

I told Reeya not to spray the room spray. Did she listen? No.

As a result, we have summoned a demon.

Me: *notices Reeya poised with the room spray in the air* NO, DON'T-

Reeya: *sprays anyway*

Me: -.- Reeya...

Dana: IS THAT A SLUG?! *points at the ceiling above Reeya*

Reeya and I: OH MY GOD.

All of us: *collective screaming and rushing to the far side of the bed and room*

There's a centipede on my ceiling right above where the room spray went. Coincidence? I think not.

Me: Look what you DID, Reeya! D: You went ahead and summoned a monster. 
Dana: You should poke it!
Shannon: Can I touch it? 
Pauline: Yeah but, be careful!

Then we tried to find something to touch it with, and we settled on a super-sized red pencil.

Me: It's moving, and it's squirming, and OMFG IT ALMOST FELL OMG. 

Shannon's all like, I gots this! She finally gets it off the ceiling, and we hurry to the bathroom like

Me: Flush it in the toilet o.o

Reeya: No, put it in the sink! Drown it! Flood it! Floood ittttt!

I walk away to talk to my sisters, and when I come back, the thing is being put into the sink. They turn the water on, and our hearts were filled with hope.

False hope. 

It won't go down the sink omgomgomgomgomg it's STILL THERE GAHHHH- DO SOMETHING.

Shannon manages to sever it in half somehow, and we can see it down the drain. 

Us: Ewwwwww... 

After Reeya manages to make it disappear, we share a sigh of relief. And then we eat dumplings! Hooray! 

Sarah's Birthday

My mom drives up to Sarah's house really slowly, so I'm like

"Mom, where are you going?"

Me: Where- what- just drop me off! DROP ME OFF.

Mom: WHERE

Me: HERE- JUST DO IT

So I walk up to Sarah's door and ring the doorbell. 

And wait.

And wait.

And waaaaaaaait. 

Now I'm like 

"Hold up. Is this the right house...?"

I was waiting for so long that another person was also dropped off as I stood by the door. (It was Susie.)

Aaaawwwwwks.

Sarah opens the door, and she's like SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

and runs RIGHT past me to hug Susie.

#foreveralone

Once I come inside, I can figure out why Sarah didn't hear the doorbell ring. It's like a fiesta, a zoo, and an amusement park all at once.

Chelsea's got glitter, Reeya's got a light-up pikachu, David's screeching along to a ukulele, and Andrew's riding a miniature pony. This is my kind of partayy!

Pikachu Problems:

Me: *sees Reeya with the toy pikachu* Oooh :o Can I see?!

Reeya: *gives it to me*

Me: *watches the cheeks light up* Wooaaahhh...

Brian: *notices the Pikachu* WOAH! 

He reaches for it like

You got me and Reeya looking like

Reeya: We had it for all this time, and now you want it?!

Brian: I didn't know D:

But we give it to him anyways.

Brian: It's not working...

Dana: *says it straight up* Pikachu doesn't work with gays.

Me: HAHAHAAAA GÜD ONE! Hahaha... hah.... haha. *ahem*

I take the pikachu back but it doesn't work for me either.

Me: *looks up at Dana and whispers* Does this mean I'm gay, too...?    

:o

c:

You know you love mehh.

Moar stuff ALSO happens, like Brian, and his ball.

"Bouncy-bounce."

Interpret that how you will.

Just Dance:

Sarah's having a bit of a hard time with the crowd control, and she's all like 

Finally, she decides to have the guys and girls have a dance off. Girls choose the song for the guys first, and obviously, we picked "Oops! ...I Did It Again." 

The guys be lookin' like

David's rockin' it like

Me and my girls be all like

"Dey look sho stoopid LMAO."

Then it's our turn, and we're all like

We get on the flo' like

and we win. Duh.

Punishment:

For losing, we get to draw on the guys! FYI, I've never worn make-up in my LIFE, so how should I know how to use this stuff?

Sarah: *hands me some make-up pencil/stick/thing*

Me: Is this... eyeliner? o.o

Hana: Yes, Pauline xD

Me: Oh, cool. Who should I draw on?

Sarah's got Brian.

 David's being tortured mangled eaten beaten clawed gently drawn on by Reeya and Dana. 

Justin's gone off somewhere, so Harold becomes my victim model.

Me: So, this is what you call a cat eye... OMAIGAWD I'M SORRY ARE YOU OK?!

Harold: *shaking either from the pain or the hilarity of the situation*

So I go up to Brian to try out my make-up skills.

Me: Um, I might poke you in the eye- Oh, I just did. Sorry.

Brian: Dx

Dana goes to get make-up wipes and all the guys are like 

I check up on the others in the bathroom, and when I see David's face I'm all like

I didn't really help :P

Hunger, no Games:

I knew we had eaten earlier, but I was hungry AGAIN at this point. 

#hungrygirlprobs

So I head up the stairs by myself and eat more noodles :D

"So lonely..."

I come back downstairs to join you guys eventually.

More coming soon, you impatient people. Do you guys even read this? :c

What are teachers doing these days? Honestly.

Ok, so, this is late. By like. *cough*a week.*cough*

But who cares >:D

On with the story!

I was sitting on the bus all bored like

when I overheard some people sitting behind me.

"Dude, was the genetics test hard?"

"Uh, not that hard. Like, dihybrid crosses and stuff."

"What are those?"

and I'm like

"Whaaaat? How have you gotten this far in genetics?!"

and the person answers him like:

"Uh, they're the grids you fill in."

"Oh, like, 2 by 2?"

"I think they're 4 by 4. For the dihybrids, you have to like-"

"OHH YEAH, you have do like, the pythagorean theorem!"

I can't- I just- what. 

There were so many things wrong in that conversation, but I don't remember anything else.

I can no long bear it. 

Hah. Hahaha.