blogging is complex.

Well, not really, unless it takes you hours to bleed your heart out and give thoughts.

Anyway, off to the week’s events.

I haven’t yet finished my menu for elective; still wondering how I can bind it together without making it look weird or punching holes in the side. Hm.

I’m too lazy to type now, so later gators :verycool:

kay well.

Hiyaaass!

Haven’t posted in a while.

Grr, fiesta weekend was awkward, especially when Harley came and I was with Tiffany. Honestly, it’s so… grr. One day I might have a party and assign buddies for a little-kiddie scavenger hunt and put them together. I don’t care if they see this either (: Muahahaaaa!

Well, big sis [ate erika] wants to log on and off of that stupid site over and over again, so I guess I gotta go.

~Paulinaaaaaa (:

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“Did you hear about the guy with no ears? HE DIDN’T!”

Lame joke as it may be, it’s still hilarious.

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I’m tired of going to school. I’d be much happier if I could go back to my old school, where we just sat inside a classroom for lunch and we couldn’t talk with anyone, because we had to sit in our assigned seats.
No nutrition, no, no, no. I’m sick of just sitting down for twenty minutes outside, just listening to a person who doesn’t even want to hear what I say talk.
Tired of being harassed by a hypocrite who tells me to stop singing. [ and honestly? If people know me long enough, they KNOW that I love singing, and that nothing in the world will stop me. ]
I’m tired of people being in a group project with me and not even caring about what I say.
No more faking phone calls after school just so I won’t have to talk to anyone while I’m waiting to get picked up.
I never want to come home and text my best friend, who I was really close with, and not have her [or him] reply.
Don’t want to call my other friends who are from my other school and not have them pick up. I just want someone to let me cry on their shoulder.
Never again do I want to come to school again, quiet, almost in tears because I’m counting the days until I get to see my real friends again, not the ones that tend to purposely annoy me and hug me just because they know I get hyperventilated and have a hard time breathing.
In fact, I don’t even want to be sitting on my computer chair, typing this, crying.
I don’t want to go back to school. I’d rather stay on that danged site all day long and talk to people that I don’t even know in real life. Much less rejection.

10.06; all’s well in the world (:

In the morning, I woke up late and barely had enough time to get ready [well, I had plenty of time, but I was pretty much too lazy to actually do anything]. In other words, I had a somewhat terrible morning. Although, when I went to school, it got MUCH better [-so says Paulina in a sarcastic tone-] and you-know-who gives me an invitation for a party I need to make an excuse to attend. I’m still thinking about that, ahah (: But in math class, I thought I was getting moved to the front, which I’m glad I wasn’t, because being in the front meant being right in front of the teacher, and honestly, I only like being in the front for my favorite classes [although history is an exception, because for that, I just like being in the front ^_^]. Fortunately, I got moved to the other side of the room. Yahootie! Not exactly, though, because I miss having a lot of empty desks to the left of me. ;[ I guess I'll just deal with it.

Well, that wasn't so bad, but what's worse was that this girl was telling me that she was laughing at a kid [who I don't know] who was probably mentally disabled or something. And plus, whenever I try to state out a problem to her [which she does to me A LOT...] she just tells me to ‘deal with it’. Like I didn’t get enough of that from Ate Erika, right? ;D

If I were to point out my ‘highlight’ of the day, someone would probably find my blog and laugh, ahaaaa.

Oh, and I’m certain that the dude who’s name starts with a ‘k’ [pretty sure the squishies know about this ;D]forgot my name. I mean, he stole my pencil and all, WHICH HAD MY NAME ON IT, KTHX, but really? Aha. Maybe I’ll find out during the fiesta. Me + some other person who I’m going to trap into going with me on the ferris wheel + my screaming voice = “DUDEGIVEMEBACKMYPENCILLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLL!” True? Maybe. You will never know. Well, maybe.

I think ‘you-know-who’ is brainwashing me; I’ve been using ‘ahaha’ a lot in the past few days. The short girls with the glasses and dark brown hair :] I think you know who you are, right? I just told one of them that it was them, by the way

I wonder if my sister has ever eaten someone’s hand. Interesting question, right?

Tomorrow is Wednesday, hurrah!  The week is almost-half over; went by like THAT! *snaps finger in a wild gesture* But then again, the faster it goes, the faster the fiesta and other upcoming events arrive, right? Unless that goes by fast too.

I wrote a lot of nonsense; idk, I’ve been trying to get that out in the past few days, but I wasn’t able to.  Sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo… I guess this is a good night?

~paulinaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

;]

Sometimes people can really be annoying, especially when you try to say something supportive or nice, and they just give you this straight face that just tells you “Uh, okay? o.O”

Well, anyway, it’s a Sunday. I’m a twelve year old girl who’s home alone. I have no idea where they went. I suppose they went to church, but that was over quite a while ago, right? Hm, I wonder.

There’s totally nothing interesting to do right now. Although, I did find out where the money from before that gumball thing broke went ;] It’ll be my little secret, although I wouldn’t dare steal from it. Maybe, ahaha (: But hey, I don’t need to. It’s not like people will be like, “Sorry, kid, you have to pay for your food in all coins, no dollars today.” I mean, really. But that would be hilarious, huh? Maybe I should pay for my lunch in only pennies. That would be hilarious, although everyone would be mad at me for holding up the line.

Ooh, the evil sister is home. Byeee ;]

~PAULINAISAVERAGE.

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Fall in love or fall in hate.

Get inspired or be depressed.

Ace a test or flunk a class.

Speak the truth or lie and cheat.

Dance on tables or sit in the corner.

Life is divine chaos. Embrace it.

Forgive yourself; breathe

and enjoy the ride.

There’s always a wrong time to say something truly idiotic.

What really annoys me, okay, so here it is…

When there are those little kids trying to be the mature one, and they’re saying things like, “Grow up!” and such, or they keep trying to be the mature adult, and fail tremendously. Bleh.

I heard #2 got taller, eh? Can’t wai until the fiesta, because up until then, it’ll just be things that I heard.Eep, can’t wait ^_^

There should never be a wrong moment to say something stupid.

I know, let’s have these kids, about my age, go around in a group project with no absolute leader and have him/her be all bossy and tell some people that they can’t draw crap! Yeah, that will definitely bring up these kids’ self-esteem. Oh, yes, lets tell them all that they need to draw better, because apparently, it isn’t our effort that gets us a grade, it’s a hyper little pre-teen who likes to say that we won’t get a good grade if it’s not good! Yes, because I sooo remember my teacher saying that if we try, but it completely sucks, we definitely won’t get anything better than a C-.

Well, on the other hand, I got an A on my “Healthy Me” portrait! So glad, actually. I thought my answer sucked, but I actually got a 40/40 ;D

Oh, and tomorrow is picture day (: I guess you only get a few chances in life to make a first impression. But honestly, I have my life. It involves being a weirdo. It involves being a nerd. And yes, it involves being ASIAN :] Without my weirdo-friends and my even weirder personality, I swear, my life would be incomplete. If I was “normal”, I wouldn’t have went on top of the ferris wheel with ‘Mae’ and started singing Spongebob songs, right? But then again, SG makes kids weird

Apparently, people still rebel against the uniforms, but if you’ve been in a uniform from kindergarten to beyond, it’s honestly no big deal. I’m just glad I don’t have to wear a friggin skirt every day and that I actually get to wear jeans ;D

Did I mention my day yet? Oh. Well, it was awkward, especially during 5th and 6th period.

So after P.E., I was on a sugar-high, so me and this one girl started laughing loud and well, I started yapping about mental facilities. Haha. And then, during 6th period, elective [WOO!] I was sort of off it, because I drank all of my water. Although, there was this one kid, who’s name I had totally forgot, who was talking to people, and was like, “Oh, you know who’s like, the quietest kid in this classroom?” and pointed at me. So then I replied saying, “I’m quiet, NOT DEAF.” Well, wasn’t that weird, but I got a laugh out of it after school.

I have no idea how I sort of use this blog as a diary-thing. But I’ll probably just get to actually writing things that don’t relate to [guys I like], [school], [class you-know-what's], etcetera, etcetera.

bleh.

More school tomorrow. I’m far from ecstatic.

I like to be awake when the rest of my house isn’t; apparently, someone’s in the kitchen, banging on the tables [haha, no perverted joke intended xD] I wonder who it is. But fosho, I’m not leaving this room for a good hour. It’ll stay a nice mystery.

I hate it when people are so conceited or something. Like, I’m waiting for October 16th, and someone is like, “Let me guess, it’s your birthday?” I think the intention of the post was to sound sarcastic and mean. I mean, I don’t think of only myself, right? ;P I’m not selfish or anything [most of the time]. But seriouslyy. Why make false accusations, even when you don’t know a thing about me?

Ooh, I realized I’m ranting about DCers; haha. Oh well. If they find this blog, they can’t report me, because this is technically off the site. But then again, there’s always that stupid third-party thing.

I still need to think of two food related terms that start with an X. D;