We all have those days...

We all have those days...

My friend recently was asked out by a guy I really liked. I keep wondering why it wasn't me. I'm not jealous, I'm happy for her. it just makes me wonder what's wrong with me. is it my frilly hair that I keep in a bun? my small ears that never seem to grow? he just seems so perfect, and life wont let me have perfect.
over and out.
-Paris

Going to the salon

Going to the salon

all us girls love the salon, getting our hair done and all that shaz. but when you have a hair dresser who looks exactly like Tyler flapping oakley, you have a problem.

So I was getting my hair trimmed at this little salon and then all if a sudden, a guy with pale skin, sun kissed freckles and a blonde quiff comes and then he's all like, who ready to get their hair done! In the most gayish way ever. I don't have anything on gay people, I actually have a gay friend so I was used to it.

So it was another day in paradise.

Over and out

-Paris

Those curls!!!

Those curls!!

Harry styles braided his hair with a man bun. Yep let the dedication  begin.

Before braided and man bun

After he got his beautiful braids and man bun.

 I know! The feels!

My dedication has grown larger then the universe.

"We aren't fans were directioners, we aren't obsessed, were dedicated, and we all make up some really big crazy, but loving family."

~ Directioners of the world

somethings wrong....

somethings wrong...

So something is wrong with history. Like seriously. Want to know why? Well in school were learning about new France. Sounds Innocent, am i right? Well its not. Girls that were as young as thirteen were forced to go there by the king and marry these old creepy single me (unless you lucked out and married a younger man) and have children. Not one, not two, but lots of them!!!!! They say society today is pretty flapped up, but look back in history, 13 year olds had more children then the average couple do today!!!!

So, if you come from a french background, there is a possibility that your great, great, great, and so on grandmother could of been a thirteen year old.

So that's what history is like in school for me.

Over and out,

Paris

when teachers are snobby

when teachers are snobby

hey, its that girl that never blogs. being me, i naturally forget i have a blog because my teacher decided it would be fun giving us fountains of homework to do every single flapping night. well, it can take hours on ends just to finish a math assignment (no i am not bad at math, i am actually really good at it). i just need to go up to my teacher and be like "i have way better things to do then homework, like stalking, watching cats rife burritos in space and all that fun stuff" but sadly if i do, i have to go down to the principals office which is like super far away.
So today we were making turkeys right, so i made mine a tall skinny turkey, i thought he was pretty cute, but then my paranoid teacher decide to be a bish (i make up funny slang words for bad words) and complained how my freaking turkey had to fat. she was all like "your turkey is too skinny, you didn't use all the paper, what a waste on such a skinny thing" i swear if my eyes could shoot lasers, she would be the first to shoot them at. whats wrong with a skinny turkey? maybe mine likes Pilate's!
anyways, besides my annoying *beep* teacher, there was this really cute guy at the superstore (its like Canada's Costco). he had that baby face/ Connor Franta type face if you know what i mean. he was around my height and everything. i really thought he was cute. so then my mom being my mom wanted to go down that check out lane, and i was all like "lets go to the check out lane over there by the old people" because lets face it, shes would embarrass me. like literally. so we went to the check out lane next to his. then he went on a break and his lane closed and he was talking to some girls that were in their 30's and they were all like "what grade are you in?" he held up to fingers meaning he was in grade 11. i wanted to die, my heart shattered and i was on the verge of crying. my life is unfair.
well thank you for reading my fellow unicorns.
The teenage Dirtbag

when life brings you Homework

when life brings you Homework

when life gives you lemons, make lemonade of course! but when life gives you homework, well that's a whole other story. The teachers obviously don't realise that they give us a lot of work in class, so then when their like 'read chapter 6 and 7' and then complete math assignments, they must be crazy.

i can spend up to 4 hours a night doing homework. no kidding. 

so what do you do when you get this much home work??? well my friends i will tell you. 

If you have to read several chapters in a book, skim read (while still getting the info of course). if you have math assignments, do all the easy questions, then go back to the hard one later. and if you have to write a report, well buddy your on your own o that one, that is something you have to complete.

Paris

Paris

Meet, well meet me. Just your average 13 year old who has no life. seriously. All i do is watch Youtubers, stalk boy bands, and dream of being a writer. i want noting more then life to dye my whole head, but, mothers are mothers, and they will do those motherly things.
Know let me explain something to you. this isn't a picture perfect blog. its going to be original, like me. so posting updates on things i obsess with, my recent Youtube videos, and well blogging random stuff. that's me. that's who i am. A marvel fanatic who blogs.
So, want something unique, might wan to wait for my next blog update.