A Sorrowful, Dreadful Night

Hello world, my name is Komal. How is your life? My life is quite nice, actually not really, at least it wasn't last night. I must lament to you about my troubles. Last night a dreadful event happened...I...and...my friend Jahnvi...weren't...able...to...go...to...prom. 

I watched my friends on Facebook, Instagram, and Snapchat post pretty pictures in their pretty dresses and suits while I sat in my bed in pajamas. It was sort of sad. I tried to listen to music to elevate out of my sorrow, but it didn't help much. Then, I darkened my room and went to sleep. 

Later in the night I woke up, well Jahnvi's text messages woke me up. And when I realized it was past midnight, I wasn't sad anymore. An evil grin formed on my face as I now could be happy that the dreadful prom was over. 

I know, I know first world problems. Actually, why am I crying about this to you? Well, it wasn't that bad. I am just being dramatic.

We couldn't pose any better. From left to right: Jahnvi, me, and Ernestina. 

Hey Guys!

HEY Y'ALL!! How's life. Life's great, right?

Komal and I were going to go to prom yesterday. But then we couldn't. It's ok. Life is still cool. We'll just.... wear pretty dresses next year, and....go to homecoming this year.

We were watching all this Snapchat stories and looking at pictures on Instagram and Facebook last night, and silently crying. Teardrops rolled down our cheeks one by one, and we reached the tissue papers to wipe them off. Just kidding though! The tear drops didn't fall one by one. It was like a tsunami on my face. 

Mean mugging all day. 

Also, Bollywood music is cool. And the movies. I suggest you to listen and watch them. Your life will be better.  sdfdsnfdsfhbdskj fhsdkjfhlkjsdf hksdn cjsdhfjs dncjsdhfl ksadjncm sxslkjfh sldjkfhldsjkh fsdjkhfslkdjhfk sjdhflksjdhflksdjhfl ksdjhflskdjhflk sdjfhlksdjfh

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Getting Only Five Hours of Sleep

I was laying in bed almost ready to go sleep, the only thing visible in my dark room was my bright little phone screen. I was looking for Don's email about the Tutorial Details, and when I finally found it I realized I hadn't set up my blog like like I was instructed to. The time was sometime past 1:00 A.M. and I was really annoyed with myself. I had to get up out of bed, get to my laptop, and setup the blog.

De Anza High School Morning of May 14, 2015 

Now I'm sitting in a computer lab at De Anza High School, running on coffee and 5 hours of sleep. It doesn't seem like very little, but it's Saturday and typically I can sleep in. Despite that, I'm actually not that tired, to my surprise. I'm never able to wake up, get ready, and eat breakfast this quickly for school. I was also very surprised that I was on time, if not a little early. So despite my bedtime, I feel like it's a good start to my day.

I'm honestly excited for the rest of the tutorial, because I personally enjoy blogging. Writing in general is very relaxing for me. It makes me feel like I have my life together. Right this instant I feel pretty together.

Where I spent my Saturday Morning

Banner Without Ambulance (Sort of)

I woke up at 6:30 AM to go to a mandatory Ivy League Connection tutorial on how to blog, pack, etc. I am still in the middle of it now. I am writing this now and not paying attention to Don’s every move and action because he told us to write a practice blog and post it so he can evaluate it.

So far, blogging seems to be pretty simple. I’m just writing all my random thoughts out. Though, while I’m actually blogging I’ll probably have to actually think about the entire day and summarize it into several paragraphs instead of the short three hours I’ve been awake.

So, while I was half paying attention to Don’s every move and action (as half of my attention was on typing my practice blog), Don told us that we need to write three paragraphs within our practice blog. This is my third. 

This is a Practice Blog

Just checking to make sure that everything is in order. I'm posting this practice blog from the 2016 ILC tutorial at DAHS. Learning a lot so far.

Had to switch computers because the first one wasn't working out. Hopefully this is formatted correctly so that Guantanamo Don doesn't show up at my house. I'm scared of him, so I'm trying to make even this blog as good as possible.

This is the third paragraph. I have nothing else to say but we were told to write three. I'm fairly tired as I'm way ahead of my usual Saturday schedule. Would usually only be waking up an hour from now...

Where Guantanamo Don will send you

Me trying to be artsy

Happy, Happy, HAPPY

If someone lit this on fire, would it have been a firewall?

Once upon a time, there was a magical kingdom called America. Everyone loved living in America because of the excessive freedom they were allowed. But one day, a man called Donald Trump tried to take over. 

And on that day, Americans received a grim reminder that we lived in fear of the politicians, that we were merely sheep within these walls.

What will the outcome be? Tune in next time to find out.

Mr. Cuddles

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