Journaling Schizophrenic

Entry eleven: Angry Young Man

:D yay, I do enjoy the story a bit more myself starting at this point. I hope you like it too!

~~~~

Entry eleven:

Angry Young Man. Dude, I realize you had a dentist appointment this morning and that's why I was forced to endure the car ride to school in Jessica's car (again I might add) surrounded by her giggling nincompoop group of friends. Not fun I tell you. And now where are you? You were supposed to get back by lunch right? I mean, I know you probably won't want to eat after getting your wisdom tooth removed, I know Stella refused to touch any solid food for a week, not that she eats all that much to begin with. But still, you were supposed to meet me at the cafe for lunch. And since Dad finally buckled down (Haha!) and bought me a cell phone - don't worry, he's just paying for a texting package, so no extra voices in my head or unnecessary cancer - you should have sent me a message if you are running late or just decided to stay home and rest. Believe me, I would totally understand.

But since you aren't here (yet I hope), I bought myself a tuna sandwich and a tiger brownie. I can't believe you don't like them you crazy child, I swear they're one of the most delicious foods I've ever eaten. What with the fudgyness of the brownie batter, and the thick, sweet, crumbly texture of the coconut, these brownies are pure heaven, and only a buck fifty to boot. I honestly can't understand how you can not like the taste of coconut, you freak. The sandwich is to satisfy the actual necessary lunch criteria you and my parents set up (It's really weird to have you collaborating with them like that by the way). So mm, sitting in this booth eating lunch alone, I've been waiting all day for this...not.

So it's been like fifteen minutes at this point since I last wrote, and at that point it was already ten minutes into lunch and I still haven't heard a word from you. Are you okay or have you just suddenly decided to stand me up? Because if it's the first I will visit you in the hospital as soon as I find out, but if you have just forgotten about me, I promise you will regret it.

Well maybe I can get that guy to keep me company. He just sat in the booth next to ours and he happens to have the exact same lunch as me. In case you are wondering, he is the emo cultist type of kid. He's covered in black, hanging chains and huge headphones. His silky looking hair is black with blue and green dyed streaks subtly going through it, and his face suggests Asian ancestry somewhere in his background. He's not sulking per se, but he is wearing an apathetic expression.

Now, I know this isn't the kind of thing you wanted to read about, but I promise you it meets both your criteria for this journal perfectly. I am waiting for you to show up for lunch and am losing hope quickly. Sadie admits he's quite attractive, but she thinks he looks childish compared to M. Periot. Jamie is sulking somewhere in the dark corners of my mind at all the attention this guy is getting. But it's Marny's reaction that has me writing in such detail about this boy. She is positively convinced she's fallen in love. And according to her she doesn't mean some kind of puppy luv, but serious L.O.V.E.

Help? You need to show up before she makes me do something drastic! Marny is already making me write down all these details of his "hotness" to convince me that I should try to hook up with him somehow since you, my alleged 'boyfriend' are nowhere in sight. And just now when he looked up she somehow got me to wave at him in that way where you just wiggle your fingers, which I never do, and give him a seductive look; you know, raised eyebrow, slightly pouted lips and my hair has somehow ended up brushed across my face.

I could be in serious trouble if you don't show up and stop this right now Dex. If Marny can be making me do all these things, imagine what Sadie will make me do once she's done dealing with Jamie and realizes what Marny has managed to do.

I promised Marny that if she keeps it a secret that she can influence me and you don't show up in the next ten minutes, I'm going to have to slide into his booth - provided it's still empty, which with the way he's spread out his stuff seems very likely - and try to have a conversation with him. I don't want to! I’ll admit too that he isn't all that hard on the eyes, but I'm just not interested in starting a relationship of any kind with some random Goth kid who happens to have the same taste as me.

Then again, at least he'd probably understand my obsession with coconuts if the way he's discreetly devouring his brownie is any indication. And he might be listening to some good music. And maybe he'd be able to tell me where would be a good place to get my eyebrow pierced. Wait, what?

You see what I mean? Marny is filling me with these dangerous (in the sense that they could lead me to utter humiliation) thoughts and if you don't show up soon I may be forced to act upon them! I don't think I'm quite in the mood for a one-on-one chat with Mr. Goth over there and I don't know what I'm going to do now, especially since the deal has already been made.

Oh wonderful, now Sadie is back and starting to eye mystery boy. Marny just told her that I'm considering walking up to him, and since Sadie is Miss social they've decided she will guide me through the whole thing. What have I gotten myself into?

No! There's only two minutes left, hurry up Dexter! If you don’t show up right now, I'm ruined.

Oh, well thank you very much Dexter, I have to go now.