Expectation: dedicating full time to finish the project perfectly: This is very important. I must take notes.
Reality: making/looking for funny posts on Tumblr: Hihi… Hiihiihihihihhi…
Expectation: Sound confidently, looking at him/her in the eyes: Hey,crush… let’s eat together. What do you say,huh? Raww!
Reality: Sound weirdly, talking with you mouth full of food and chewing in a funny way: Nhom! Nhom! Nhom! Want some?
Expectations: Get shocked because her kid is a grown up already: OMG! WTH! MY BABY?!
Reality: Making fun of you and getting all hyper and stuck up: Well, you got it from your mama!
i guess he thought it was a date.
He’s a nice guy but… i don’t like him that way! I don’t even feel 100% comfortable around him.
i feel like i’ll never find someone to make me fall in love and who will love me just as much. It makes a bit sad. Maybe i’m a heartless undelicate antisocial ( insert more adjectives here ) person.
And i’ll have tests this week!!
Expectations: Letting out a pick up line and getting into his heart: Hey,is your father a baker? Cuz you’re such a hot pie.
Reality: Taking glances at him like a ninja and mentally dancing: EEEEHHHHH!! SEXY BABEEEEE!!
Female soccer started. Brazil vs Japan. Father invited me to watch with him and i was like: Sure,pops.
We’re brazilian but we usually cheer against them so when the japanese girls made a point we were like: KYAAAAAAA!!! Where are your awesome girls now,Brazil? Japan for the win!!!
When the game was over with Japan 2x0 Brazil. Me and my father were totally: I like like this. I like it like that. I like this,yeaaaah!!I
Now we’ll just go back to our hi/bye relationship
