Marzo Diciotto, 10:35 PM

Okay, just ate dinner. Let’s get with my tale.

When I logged out yesterday, I went directly to my aunt’s house to help prepare the party. I slipped into a capri pants and pulled out a jersey shirt for a top. You know, I was out of shirts because they’re still left unfolded in the ironing board. I wasn’t in the mood to dress up.

The house was prety crowded when I got there. I helped around as the people started arriving. Aunt Baby came, with her two boys and food. She brought a big homemade chocolate cake, a big tray of maja and noodles.

The party started early, and we just ate as everybody popped in and out of the place. Ate she called from Stockholm and greeted Auntie Ellen.

It was already eight in the evening when we did the “Legendary Candle Blowing”. They asked me to take pictures, which I did wholeheartedly, since I wasn’t mood for a pose, because I looked so wasted. Someone asked me to get a soda from the fridge. I took out a 1.5 litter bottle of Royal, but they changed their minds and asked me to get a Sprite. I was so pissed off, because they’re arguing over a very simple thing, which even a seven year old could resolve. I was like, “if someone wanted to drink Sprite or Coke, then get from the fridge, period.”

That’s the Legendary Candle Blowing. Aunt Nene complained about having three boobies, and asked me if I could edit it. I promised to edit it, and I did, but there’s nothing I could really do.

When I finally brought the Sprite, I sensed that something’s wrong. There’s Hannah, Aunt Ebec and Jaimie. They’re quiet, and seemed panicking. Then Jam suddenly yelled, “Sam is vomitting-” and the two cut her out. Nobody heard her, thank goodness.

The baby was choking at Jam’s arms, so I told them to bring him in the bathroom. Because of panic, everyone couldn’t think clearly; Hannah was pounding the baby so hard in the back, and Aunt Ebec shoved her index finger on the baby’s throat. I couldn’t think of anything to do, but to catch the vomit. What I did was, I held my hand open in front of the baby’s mouth as he threw, to prevent the vomit to drip in the couch. Ew.

When he’s okay, I went to the sink and washed my hands. Gross.

We didn’t tell them about the incident, because my Aunt was so afraid. It’s her fault that te baby choked, because she gave him something solid to eat.

Then, we went home.

Aldrin stayed over and I taught him to play piano.

The next day, I went to school to take my last final exams.

I took Mom with me because a teacher is complaining that I don’t attend her class and refused to give me my test. Technically, she is the one who doesn’t go to class. Seriously, how could she possibly know if her students are present when she’s not attending her class with us?

I’ve committed a serious number of absences, and I won’t deny it, but she was saying that she didn’t see me throughout the finals? That’s very impossible! I’ve got notes and seatworks to prove that. I was helpless because I couldn’t defend myself in front of her and others. She’s using my grade to blackmail me. I know myself. I could get through this, and I’d better fail the subject than to kiss her ass.

I hate to say that she’s a liar, because I don’t know her personally, but based on what I’ve seen, she’s indeed one. She’s putting the words in my mouth, and saying the things I didn’t really said. Like, for example, I said that I was absent one time, due to family problems, parents are separating. I was like, “what? I never said that! And for your information, my dad is no longer living!”

Then, after she called me names such as “stubborn, spoiled, et cetera, et cetera, she finally gave me the test paper. Do you really think that I could answer that exam after she called me names, even if the exam was super easy? Me, I don’t think so. Especially, when “me, being stubborn and spoiled” is definitely not true. If I’m spoiled, howcome I never get what I wanted? Sometimes, I get what I wanted if I work so hard for it. You know, extra jobs in my spare time.

After I take my grade, she’ll see who I am and what I’m made of.

Then, we went home. I went to sleep because I need to refresh my brain. You know, the day gave me a big head ache. I woke up around seven in the evening. I logged in and watched videos. There’s this particular clip of Bulgarian Idol, wherein a lady sang a Mariah Carey song, entitled ”Can’t Live Without you”, but she referred to it as “Ken Lee”.

There were captions all over, and she thinks that she’s singing in Englis. Mom and I were howling with laughter, and even harder when she hit the highest tone.

She sang, “Ken leeeee— tulibu dibu douchoo” when she meant, “Can’t live, if living is without you…” It was just so, so funny. When she was done singing, the female judge asked her, “And what language is that” and she replied, “Ingliskie”. Darn.

I just realized what was the weird stuff between the chocolate cake layers. It’s the paste. Actually, it’s the Maja, but Uncle Rick said it looked like the paste which the traditional politicians use during elections for their candidacy campaign posters. I almost took a picture of it, but it was really gross. I think, there’s still more of it in our fridge.

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