smile for me. (:

so i arm wrestled eric williams today, blog. (:

except i didn't win. *sob*

i was SO SURE of it too. and i remember scoffing at him: ahaha! don't be so confident now!

because he thought he was going to win. which he did. -_-

well at first he was letting me win. and i didn't like that because only girly girls get that. and i'm not a girly girl. i'm a REAL girl, blog.

so i said: play me REAL. and he pinkie promised me.

and so for the first half of a second, i was winning. but then the smile left my face as my arm went down down and down. and *dun dun dun* down in the dumps. -_-

i think i've lost all my confidence now. ._.

but like it says in the book of proverbs: pride goes after a fall.

hence my pride is broken into pieces. -_-

there's still some missing pieces too, blog. @_@

and another unpleasant moment happened today too, blog: i screamed so loud today that everyone turned around to stare at me. because they all wanted to knoe who was making such a dreadful noise.

but it wasn't my fault. it was jc's, blog. -_-

he poked me so hard my heart was too scared to move. and i unconsciously screamed with fright.

what a girl. -_-

and i hate it especially when people don't get scared when I POKE them but i do when THEY poke me. -_- this is so undeserving. *sob*

and to make things worser, people think it's FUNNY when i get poked, blog. they burst out laughing even when i'm not. -_-

getting at least nine pokes a day--mathematically that must mean that i get poked at least four thousand and fifteen times a year. *shriek*

must i repeat myself again: I AM NOT THE POKING MACHINE.

pity me, blog.

on a brighter note, the wind blew dirt in my eyes today and i almost cried.

so debbuah took my water AGAIN, blog.

i gave her a bottle of water for christmas too yet she still never has enough water. @_@ *shriek*

for her birthday, i'm just going to get her seventeen bottles of water. then she will be super supplied for senior year. :)

i think mr. levno, my us history teacher doesn't want me to ask him questions so he won't be exasperated like amy, blog.

he overheard amy say: ASK mr. levno!
and he replied: no! don't ask me!!

and i was stumped. everyone hates my questions. -_-

we have a NOYS group. NOYS stands for national online youth summit. and the topic is about censorship.

we even got to read fahrenheit 451, blog. (:

i like that book. except the firefighters caused fires instead of putting them out. @_@ because that was their jobs. they burned up a whole bunch of books. so people couldn't read them. now that's censorship.

and some parts of the book was really sad. ._. so i skipped those parts. but i DID like the book.

if they give you ruled paper, write the other way--fahrenheit 451

so we have a NOYS group and in my group consists of: debbuah, amy, shelly, and christina yoon. and they all got kind of frustrated because i didn't understand what we were supposed to do, blog.

it's so confusing. -_- and when i say that, everyone sighs. and rolls their eyes. and lift up their hands in exasperation.

and they all think i'm stupid. *sob*

maybe i am. -_- but i don't want to be. i want to be SMART, blog.

you knoe, SMART evangeline.

and i would show off all my A+ papers and tell everyone about my 5.0 GPA and sat score of 1600.

and people would be so green.

but they would say to me: wow evangeline! you're so smart! so intelligent.

and they would all die to have my braincells.

and i would blush in pleasure and say: thank you.

but alas, blog. that is not so. ._. i guess i'll have to settle with the way i am. because *dun dun dun* that's the way God made me. (: