Wow, I have a procrastinating problem. Someone please tell my brother to stop talking so I can focus on this chapter. He. Won't. Shut. Up.

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The Isadora Diaries:

Falling Asleep:

Friday, March 2nd

My English teacher is evil I tell you, EVIL! She thinks that just because she's my teacher that she can assign me a two page paper on Hitler's accomplishments.

First off, no one likes Hitler!

Second off, a two-page paper? Really? By Monday?

That's not fair.

Tomorrow I have to go on that stupid date, and my mother said she plans on helping me get ready all day. Today I told her that I could use the time before to work on my paper, but she said I could work on it on Sunday. I think she's forgotten that we're going to her sister's house three hours away for her son's birthday party. That means that I have to finish my paper tonight. Did I mention that my English teacher assigned it today? She irks me. She irks me a lot.

I've already gotten one page done, but now I'm super tired. (By the way, Hitler did so much crap! It took forever to write just one page!)

Hold on, my dad needs me.

Well...my paper is done! And if you don't mind laptop, I have a story to tell:

See, it was around five thirty and I as working like crazy on my paper when the doorbell rang. I didn't pay any attention to it, I was working too hard. When a project like this is thrown onto me, I usually lock myself in my room until it's done or until someone forces me to get out.

I was typing lie a madman green and red squiggly lines everywhere, when my dad called me from downstairs, "Isadora!"

"I'm working on my very important paper!" I called back and continued working.

"Isadora, you take a break from that laptop. Come down here right now!"

I groaned. He knows I have to finish this as soon as possible. I don't need any breaks.

I saved my file and shut my laptop. I met my father at the top of the steps. "Someone's here to see you," he smiled and walked down the hall to his room.

I furrowed my brow. Probably Bea, I thought to myself. I wondered why she'd come over she got assigned the same paper, shouldn't she been working? Then again she did procrastinate a lot. I went downstairs and found, not Bea standing in the living room, but Klaus.

Wait, Klaus?

Get this:

I was having a bad hair day, so my hair was a crazy, curly mess caused by the humidity that just felt the need to surround me all day.

I was wearing I a giant, gray shirt with the logo of my dad's law firm and stains from the many times my mom wore it while she dyed her hair.

I was wearing neon green pajama pants with one leg rolled up.

I was wearing only one sock, my other foot bare.

Once I stepped into the living room and saw him, and he noticed my presence and turned around and saw me, I bolted upstairs to my room.

I locked myself in my room and turned on my flat iron. While I waited for it to heat up, I put on an un-matching sock, put on clothes that I don't mind be seen in when in public, sprayed perfume, and re-brushed my teeth. Then I straightened the really curly parts of my hair.

I accomplished this in under ten minutes. Considering it usually takes me two hours to that every morning, I was pretty happy with myself.

But I was little embarrassed that Klaus had seen me in my disaster form.

That's the last thing anyone wants their crush to see.

I ran back downstairs to the living room to see Klaus talking with Duncan. Klaus looked past Duncan and smiled at me. I blushed and waved. Duncan turned around and saw me. "Oh, hey, Isadora. I'll leave you two lovebirds alone." As he walked past me to get to the stairs, I said, "Oh, shut up, Duncan."

He laughed and poked my cheek. "You say that because you know you are." Then he ran upstairs before I could say anything.

I laughed nervously. Turning to Klaus, I said, "He is too weird."

Klaus laughed and shrugged. "Hey, that's Duncan for you."

I nodded in agreement. "So what brings you to my humble home?" I was feeling a little nervous that my mother would come downstairs and tell Klaus about Mark, so I kind of wanted to get to the point.

Klaus put his hands in his back pockets and looked down at his shoes nervously. "Well, it's Friday, and I was hoping we could go back to watching movies together on Friday. And it's Friday…so I thought we could start tonight…because it's Friday…"

I laughed at his many mentions of it being Friday. Then I realized that I had my two page paper waiting for me in my room. I rubbed my arm. "Sorry Klaus, I have a two page paper due on Monday to work on. And tomorrow I have to...I'm going to be really busy this weekend."

Klaus looked kind of disappointed. I felt terrible. At that moment I would've just done anything to make him happy.

I debated between watching a movie or working on my paper in my head.

One measly, little school paper that might be the death of me didn't sound like a nice way to spend my night. Being with Klaus seemed much more fun. But if I didn't get it done tonight, I'd be stressed over the weekend.

Then Klaus interrupted my thoughts, "Well I could help you, if you need it."

"Are you sure you want to do schoolwork?" I asked in disbelief.

Klaus shrugged. "You can make anything fun."

I blushed and tried to avoid eye contact. "Meet me in the TV room. I'll be right down."

We worked until eight o'clock. Writing a paper with someone can go a whole lot faster than by yourself, even if you did stop to throw crackers at each other. Then clean it up because we all know just how mad my mom would've been if she saw the mess.

When we did finish, I was so sick of Hitler, that I said I would destroy Hitler and my paper if I had to look at it anymore for the rest of the night.

Klaus confiscated my laptop.

After he edited it and saved it, he closed the document and handed me my laptop. "There. Hitler's all gone."

I cheered and fell backwards to where I was lying on my back on the floor. I turned my laptop off and placed it next to me. "Ready for a movie?"

Klaus lay down next to me. "Are you sure? You look really tired."

"Just a little," I answered. "And it's just the aftermath from writing a paper. Seriously, let's watch something."

That's why he came over in the first place, and I feel bad that instead, he was helping me with homework.

"If you say so." I saw him smile through the corner of my eye.

We lay there in silence for a few moments.

Klaus broke the silence, "So are you going to get the movie?"

"I would but," I sighed, "it's so far away."

Klaus stood up and walked to the movie shelf. "Alright tell me what you want and I'll put it in."

I lay my arm across my eyes. I was actually a lot more tired than I said I was. "You pick," I mumbled.

After Klaus put the movie in, he turned out the lights and we sat down on the couch. I hugged my knees to my chest lay my head on his shoulder because I knew I was in danger of falling asleep any minute. I was seriously fighting a battle of consciousness and unconsciousness, and I was losing. I was pretty much half-asleep for half the movie. The movie was The Lion King, and it kept jumping into my half-asleep dreams, like random cartoon people throwing noodles at Scar and a doctor pushing the hyenas into the thorn patch. There were lots of other random stuff, but those are the ones I remember the most. At one random point in the movie I woke from being half-asleep. Actually, it was the third time that happened. But it was one of my favorite parts in the movie and I was determined to at least listen to it. It was the "Can You Feel The Love Tonight" scene. My thoughts traveled to an earlier conversation about Bea and I had about this song. I accidentally burst out laughing remembering something she had said.

Klaus turned to me with a look of confusion (I'm guessing). "What?"

I shook my head. "Just something that, um, Bea said."

He mumbled something but I didn't understand. In effort to stay awake, I tried to start up a little conversation. "Bea told me she was going to set me up on a blind wedding. Sort of like a blind date, but getting married, and she said she was going to play this song for the first dance the bride and groom have."

What I didn't tell him was that Bea's idea of 'my groom' was Klaus.

Klaus rubbed his eyes and laughed a little I could tell he was sleepy, too. "You wouldn't go through with it would you?"

I closed my eyes leaned into him a little more. "Mm, nope. I'm not getting married, I'm going into the convent."

"What?"

He yelled it so abruptly, that I jumped up and was temporarily awake from fear. Then I saw his face, which was priceless, and started laughing. "But I won't be in it forever! I'll be the worst nun ever, and I'll annoy the other nuns, get to send to be some kind of nanny for the kids of a military guy, and it'll basically be The Sound Of Music all over again!"

Klaus began to say something, but he stopped and said "You know I can actually see that happening to you."

I shoved him and began laughing with him joining in.

"But," he began when we finished, "you know you'll have to marry that military guy in the end, right?"

Feeling tired again, I snuggled up against him once more. "Oh, yeah. Hmm…well I'll figure it out later."

I closed my eyes and let the soft music from the movie be my lullaby, I was growing sleepier and sleepier every second. Klaus put his arm around me and started talking. I feel terrible because I didn't understand a word he was saying. I had fallen back into half-asleep mode, where everything was random and didn't make sense. I did catch some words he said, because a few of them jumped into my half-asleep dreams as well. He said something about piñatas, a while, and I think he lost something. Sometime around there, I finally fell asleep. When I woke up it was morning, and I was alone in the TV room lying down on the couch with a blanket covering me.

I groaned and turned to where I was facing the back of the couch. "Curse you, Sleep," I mumbled. That's when I promised myself that I wouldn't be falling asleep the next time Klaus I did something that just happened to be at night.

I think fell asleep again a few minutes later, but it's one of those gaps in time where you think you were asleep but you don't know. I probably was, because I remember waking up to my mother jumping on top of me, yelling that her 'baby girl is going on her first date and needs to get ready.'.

Oh, yeah, I said to myself, the date.

Aw, noodles.

This took me three days. THREE DAYS. I had a serious case of Writer's Block. I thought I knew what I was going to do, but apparently not. Oh well, I'm just glad I'm finished. So…please tell me your thoughts and leave your comments in a review!

"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."

~ Marilyn Monroe

That's a nice quote, isn't it?

Any who, a couple of family relatives are coming over today and I can sense it's going to be the most awkwardest thing EVER. I'm not looking forward to it. If you love me wish me luck!

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