I have a 91 in World History.

"Why is this bad," you ask. I am very close to the land of the B's. Too close, actually.

Guess what might be tomorrow. A World History test. 

Do I remember if there is a test? No.

Why? I tend to forget things and never remember them unless someone reminds me.

Did I study for the test? Kinda.

Of all times for my memory to give out. Why, brain. Why. 

This test will be the deciding factor between life... or death. So I might not see you guys next week~ because I will be dead c: (not literally- I hope.)

Me tomorrow:

Sunshine-y Day

Yesterday, I actually went to sleep early for once. I woke up at 5:20, 10 minutes before my first alarm. My 2nd one was at 5:45, and the 3rd was at 6.

When I woke up at 5:20, I decided to sleep in a little longer, because I had 3 alarms anyway. Plus, dad always came by my room at 6:05 to make sure I was awake.

Not a good idea.

Apparently, I fell into a deep sleep, and slept past ALL 3 of my alarms. 

I wake up to see the sunshine fill my room. My first thought: Ooh, pretty.

I put my glasses on like

I think for another second, and break out into a cold sweat. My second thought: It's too bright to be 6:00 (which was when I should have woken up) therefore it's... past the time I was supposed to... OHHH SHI-

"NO, NO, NO, THIS IS NOT HAPPENING. I AM NOT LATE FOR SCHOOL. 

FRICKIT, I'M LATE FOR SCHOOL."

So I shuffle over to my parents' room and tap my dad's shoulder.

Me: Dad.
Dad: ...?
Me: Whyyyy... didn't you wake me up?
Dad: *cuts straight to the point* What time is it?
Me: 7:03. 

Dad leaps out of bed.

Mom: Whuh...? WHAT TIME IS IT.
Me: 7:04, now.

Mom leaps out of bed to make my lunch.

=.=" Ahh, oversleeping. You feel so good, but you're so bad for me. No? Too much?

Make it all sexual.

Today I'll be teachin' ya'll how to make things sound sexual. Yayyy. 

(Random-est post evar, huzzah!)

For example, in french class, I had Reeya draw some abs on my drawing of a guy because I was illustrating the term, "se déshabiller."

Step 1: Emphasize what you are saying.

Lame-o boring way: Look at those abs.

My way: Look at those abs.

Step 2: Add a forceful, "MM YEAH" in a deep voice.

Lame-o boring way: Mmm, abs.

The sexual way: Look at those abs. MM YEAH.

Step 3: This is optional. Make a suggestive face afterwards, or simply make it seem sexual.

Like this guy:

Knitting... so smexay.

Annoying Friend

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The extremely long Valentine's Day Party

Yesterday, we left the house at like 6:30 to go my mom's friend's church's Valentine's Day party. I did not know the majority of people.

Part 1:
I didn't bother to straighten or curl my hair, because I just didn't care xD lol.
I ended up wearing a simple dress and these even simpler ankle boots. When I got there, I was a total giraffe. ALL the women were shorter than me, and they were wearing heels, too!

Me: *whispers* I'm freaking exotic... 
Mom: Whut?
Me: Oh, nothing. o-o

Part 2:
I made a friend yesterday~ >w<

He's sooooooo cute, and he was wearing a tux. So classy- likeIcan'teven-Ijustcan't-ermahgerd.

His name is Dylan :DDD


I think he's like... what? 6? 7? 6 and a half? Who cares how old he is, he's incredibly adorable.

Here's how we met, lol.

All the other teens were at a different table, excluding me. 

So I sat at 1 out of 3 tables, with my sisters. I look over at the other kid's table and every. single. one of them. had their phone/iPad/iPad mini out.

They weren't even talking to each other. 

Like, wtheck. Is this what humanity has come down to? Ugh.

So, without any form of technology to entertain me or my sisters, I found some red napkins. I taught my sisters how to make a paper crane, and pretty soon they were walking in a circle around our table with each other playing pretend fighter-plane-cranes. xD

As I'm watching Katie's bird get shot down numerous times by Megan's imaginary missiles, the adorable little kid in a tux comes up to me.

Dylan: *poke*

Me: o-o Who poked me? *turns in my chair*

Dylan: *smile* Canaihavapkin?

Me: I can't hear you :c (The music was SUPER loud)

Dylan: Canaihavapkin? Please?
Me: ...you want a... napkin?

Dylan: *nods vigorously*

Me: Oh, oh! Ok! 

So I get up and find a red napkin for him. Adorable kid. He was like, slurring his words together. *squee*

He takes it back to his table, which was right next to mine, and I watch him crumple the napkin into a vague airplane-like shape. He turns around to show it to me and goes, "I made you an airplane :D" 

Be still my beating heart.

So I take it <3 and pick up another napkin to make him an actual airplane in return. He stands next to my chair and watches me with wide eyes. 

Dylan: Is that for mee?
Me: Yup ^_^ Oh hey. What's your name?
Dylan: ...illon.
Me: (Lillon? Lipton? Lipton tea? Wait- that's not right. Quick, what rhymes with 
-illon?!)

So I take a chance.

Me: Er... Dylan...?
Dylan: *nods*
Me: Are you sure?
Dylan: Yeah.
Me: xD

I give the plane to him, and he gleefully tosses it across my table, only to have it crash spectacularly. He doesn't care, and continues throwing it around, having forgotten me instantly. 

But not to worry, for he comes back to me, with the plane slightly altered. It now looks like a spike, which he confirms by going, "Here's a spike."

Well, that answered my question. He proceeds to stand behind my chair and poke me gently with it. I play along, and he's entertained for about 10 minutes of me going, "Who was that? Was that youu~?" 

Dylan: Nuuu, not me :D

Later, he crumples it up into a ball and we play catch. I'm pretty bad at catching napkins. The game didn't last long. I give him my own paper crane, so he wanders off to play with my sisters in their crane dogfight.

He comes back 5 minutes later, and his face is extremely distressed. 

Me: What is it?
Dylan: Will you take me to the bathroom? I need to pee :c

I was not expecting this, no-siree. So what do I do? I go, "Ummm... I can't take you there..." 

Dylan: Why not?

That's a darn good question. Why not, indeed.

Me: Iiiii... don't... need to go to the... bathroom...? HEY, where are your parents?
Dylan: *stands tippy-toe to look for his parents* Um... they're over there. Come with me~

So I stand up and walk with him till he gets close to his parent's table. Then I go back to my table, 'cause I just passed the responsibility like a baton. See ya, kid! 

I assume he went home with his parents soon after that, because I didn't see him again. Goodbye, Dylan ^_^

Part 3: 
Dang, this is long. Last part!

During the time I was forgotten by Dylan temporarily, I happened to see a girl about the age of 8 or 9 sit by herself. I smiled at her in greeting, but she didn't seem interested in my acquaintance.  Oh well. 

She was going around the empty tables and picking up the fake flower petals to stick them on her toothpick. I didn't exactly know what she was doing, but it looked like she was making a flower-like thing. 

Creative boredom done right, yeahhh buddy. 

She's content with arranging the petals on her toothpick when a 3-girl clique struts up to our table. I can definitely tell who the leader is, with the hand on her hip and two girls on each of her sides. Left foot forward, perfect formation, and a biotch attitude to go with it. I will call her MG, for mean girl. (Creativity, yeah!) I'm slightly amused with her attitude, considering they're like, what? NINE? Psh. Kids these days.

MG: Emily! What are you doing?!

Emily is the girl with the toothpick flower.

Emily: ...? 
MG: My mom payed a lot of money for these. Stop stabbing them!

1) Emily is a boss. 2) Fake flower petals don't cost NUTHIN, kid.

Emily is aware of fact #2 (smart kid), and she pointedly avoids conflict by going, "Sorry." Plain and simple.

MG decides to open her mouth to spew out more ridiculous words and says, "We were gonna re-use these for next year! Stop stabbing them."

Emily watches them walk away in their triad formation. Once they leave, she stabs another petal just 'cause she can. Lol. Emily isn't interested in the flower she was making anymore, so she looks a little bored for a second. 

Jesus is watching over us, because a kind lady sets a plate of fresh cupcakes on OUR table first. Guess who got first dibs? Emily. Those other girls didn't get any because they were in a different room.

PLUS!

I was watching the people clean up everything at the end. Those flower petals were all thrown away without a second thought.

Win.

Oversleeping

Yesterday, I was staying up late with Dana, Harold, and Brian, because we had meant to play BeGone (a multiplayer shooting game). Instead, we stayed up till 12:30 watching YouTube with each other, especially Harlem Shake videos. 

I was supposed to be at Dana's house by 10 in the morning. I prooobably shouldn't have stayed up that late.

Let's go back to this morning.

oOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoOoO


Me: zzzZZzz...

Mom: *slams the door open*

Me: AHHH- what?!

Mom: Hey. What time do you want to leave?
Me: mmngh... 9:30...?

Mom: 9:30?

Me: Mmm... yeah... get there early.

Mom: ...Pauline, it's 10:01.
Me: WHAAAAT?!

Mom: Yeah. *walks away nonchalantly*

So I roll out of bed all ninja-like and strip off my pajamas and shove on jeans and a top like my life depends on it.

I brush my hair into a socially-acceptable look, going from "all-out bedhead" to "modest porcupine." I just made that look up.

Later, I'm holding my buttered toast in my mouth and tying my shoes at the same time when Dana calls me, so I pick up the phone and tell her I'm leaving my house. Amazingly, she didn't go, "PAULIIIIIIINE, WHERE ARE YOUUU?" She was totally cool with it. Luv ya, Naners.

Fashionably late done right.

My life depends on grades.

Lemme tell you guys, mah momma is CRAY. Ghetto-speak, anyone? No? How 'bout Canadian?

My mom is crazy, eh?

Russian? Vat is vrong vish mah grade-zuh?

(No racism intended)

Moving on! I was watching City Hunter during dinner as my mom re-watched it beside me, and suddenly, she turns to me and says, "You should go study, because you'll be busy during the weekend." 

So I go, "Ughhh...," because you know, who wants to stop watching k-dramas? Exactly.

So she goes, "Don't groan! D:< If your grades aren't really good, YOU'RE GONNA DIE." 

Me: O_O Good God.

Mom: I'm not threatening or anything, I'm juuust sayingg~" 

This is all in Vietnamese, mind you, so threatening to kill me is not meant literally. 

Moms are scary.

So Ms. Kenneally is passing back the quiz that I was SO SURE I BOMBED 'cuz Reeya and Teddy were all like, "It was so easy!" and I was all like, "I thought it was hard..."

Anyhoo~ I was just doing my classwork, minding my own business, when the gosh-darned paper is placed on top of my worksheet. 

I look at the number written on the top of my quiz a couple times like

and then I promptly turn in my seat to look at Dana like

and she's just like, lol, 

while I'm all like

A 93%, baby. A 93.

I live on.

Yummy~

Eff yeah! Warm chocolate chip cookies!  

Now that I have been properly hyped up, I can now go back in time to tell you all my story. 

"Sorry sorry sorry sorry for not posting.

...No? Ok."

So, I think it was Monday... I was walkin' home from school all normally like

And usually, Patrick and his older brother, Philip (I think that's how you spell it...) argue about who has to go to the mailbox in front of their house and bring in the mail. I don't see how it's such a bother to them, but anyways!

Any other day, they'd be like-

Patrick: Get the mail! *walks straight toward his house with no intention of getting the mail*
Philip: No, you!
Patrick: Get the mail.
Philip: Ugh, fine. *trudges off to get the mail*

But today, Patrick told him to not get the mail. Did Philip listen? Ohhhh no xD

Philip: *ambles toward the mailbox*
Patrick: Don't get the mail. 
Philip: *continues walking anyway*
Patrick: I said don't-
Philip: *opens mailbox*
Patrick: Ohhh my- ugh. 

Patrick's all like

Philip pulls out a single envelope from the mailbox,

and his face is all like

"Whah...?"

Philip: How is this possible? This letter hasn't been mailed yet...

Patrick: PHILIP. Do you NOT see the red flag is UP?! *walks inside his house*

Philip: Ohhhh... *puts the letter back in the mailbox*

Then he turns around to look at me and he smiles like

Philip: I'm dumb :D

And with that he walks inside his house too. 

...

and I'm like, "Ohh...kayy..."

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