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.

Yosh! Let's help Reeya~

http://www.hot995.com/c/?14x

Uh, copy-paste that.

Thanks.

MONDAYS BE CRAY

I haven't posted in a while but... ANYWHALE. Here it is.

Yeeesterday...

I was sittin' in homeroom like 

"Doo doo doodle-y doo~"

'cause I finished all my homework on the weekend and I didn't have to rush to do it in class.

Emma: Pauline, did you do the geometry homework?

Me: Haaaaaail yuhh! *looks at her paper* We weren't supposed to do 9-5, Emma.

Emma: ...yeah we were.

I'm like

Me: Nonononono, we were supposed to do 9-3!

Emma: I'm serious! That's what Ms. Kenneally said!

Me: ...I'm gonna check -.-

SOOOoo, I pull out my agenda quick-like and I see:

geo hw: wks 9-5

Well, fudge mcnuggets.

Emma lets me borrow her work so I can check mine when I'm done, and I'm like, "Thanks! I'll get it back to you in geometry class."

So when I get to my next class, I open the homework again so I can complete a couple problems before class starts.

As Mondays are never a good thing, LO AND BEHOLD, Emma's work is not there.

Well sh*t.

This is not happening.

"My goodness it is hot in here. It must be the flames of hell, because that's where I'm going!"

*smiles at Jacob* (the person who sits across from me in Bio) 'cause he's giving me a weird look as I hyperventilate like this:

Me: (EMMA IS GOING TO KILL ME. I LOST HER WORK.)

So I search through all my binders but I can't find itasjdlksafjldksjl.

I stop panicking and think, "Screw it! Let's just let it go, I can copy my work for two people. I have time."

I finally finish my portion in French class, so I take out another sheet of paper and copy allllllll of my work onto the new one.

Basically, I was making a copy of whatever I had for Emma, so she wouldn't get a bad grade for not showing her work.

I get to geometry class super early, and I see Aimee, Emma's friend. 

Me: AIMEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!

Aimee: WHAT?! O_o

Me: Where's Emma?! I need to see Emma, RIGHT NOW.

Aimee: I don't know!

Me: AIMEE, SHE'S GOING TO BE LATE FOR CLASS. WHERE. IS. EMMA.

Aimee: I don't know where she iiiiiiis D:

(Bless Aimee's soul. She deserves an award for putting up with my weirdness.)

So I sit at my seat and fidget because I need Emma to get here ASAP so she can change some bits of handwriting so it looks like hers.

Emma walks in all slowly like

Me: *gestures wildly like a crazed animal* *waves Emma over frantically*

She has this total wtf face on.

Me: *harsh whispers* Emma. Here. Now. Andale. NOW.

Emma walks over to my desk nonchalantly. 

Me: Do you have the work for your geometry hw?!

Emma: Oh, yeah.

Me: . . .

Are you freaking kidding me.

Emma: Why? What's wrong?

I tell her about my day-long freakout, and she's like, "But I waved the paper in front of your face in homeroom when I took it back. I was like, I'm gonna take this, and you were like, yeah sure."

This is exactly what I mean when I say I have memory problems.

I feel like a Dory.