The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #6: 3-1-14

Happy March! It is 11:02pm. And I'm very tired from a very happy day. I got to spend the day with my top two favorite people in the world. My Dad, and David.

I woke up around 10:00 in the after-morning. "Ughhh....." I grumble.

Mason the cat was sleeping happily at my legs. Thank god.

I guess I should get up... David should be here around 11... And then Dad gets here around then too....

So what do I do?

I play games on my phone.

Eventually 11 o' clock rolls around.

Hmmm.....

Then David texts me.

"Hey, sharpie, u up?"

"Yeah, I'm just too lazy to get out of bed"

And he laughs.

We decide for him to come over, and then my brother and I go ahead and play Black Ops.

He gets here around 11:50.

And then, my Dad arrives at 12:00.

Wow! Awesome timing!

The plans for the day was simply to go to a music store to tune my Viola, and then for David and I to practice for the contest that's in 22 days.

Well... It mostly went like that.

First, my brother stole David. Every time David is over, Collin steals David to play Black Ops. It aggravates me. But I decided to take that time to spend time with my Dad, since this was our weekend. So I talked to him about my viola, how loose it is and etcetera.

And then, with his magic fingers, he works it all about, tinkering it, and then bam. It's tuned perfectly. Holy crap.

Him and his magic fingers

Just a short reason I call his fingers magical, is because not only is he very handy, and can fix almost anything, he gives the most AMAZING back scratches and back rubs. When I was in the hospital, my skin was feeling raw on my leg, and it only stopped hurting when he massaged it.

Magic.

So, with the viola magically tuned, Dad and I still decide to bring it to the music shop to make sure. But after David an I got some practice in.** We set up the two Snare drums David had brought over, so we could practice for the contest. We practice for a good hour, hour and a half. Afterwords, David drove us tho the music store, since he knew where it was, and, unfortunately, it turns out that the only person there didn't know how to tune it. We have to wait for a guy named David, the owner who knows all about it all, to do it. Ironic? Coincidence? My David is Mr. Music. The shop owner David should be Dr. Music.

Perfection.

So, knowing generous my Dad is, I knew he would take up to lunch. It was a place kind of like Steak 'n Shake, but more friendly and free going. I started a dry spitball war with David. Well...not exactly. I just balled up paper and used the straw to blow it at him. I didn't use saliva or anything. At first he threw it back, but then we started to make impossible spit-ball catching, possible. I think it was fun.

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Then we ate food and went home.

When we went home, it was around 5:30. And it was either Dad drive home then... Or at 9:30 when the snow storm starts. Obviously he had to go. So he left around 6, and with a huge, loving hug, and a meaningful "I LOVE YOUU!!"... (And a reminder to tell me when he gets home*,) he left. I always feel a little sad when he has to go. Honestly, he's my favorite part of my life. I love my Dad.

So when I walked to David and Collin, and we played one more game of Black Ops. We rough housed a little, an then around 9 David and I decided he should leave around 9:30.

Well of course that didn't happen. Every single time he comes over, he never EVER leaves at the time we decide on. Once, we even delayed the time by two and a half hours! (That was a good day, a day to be saved for another day) so, when we were supposed to be packing his stuff, we played with Mason. We played with the laser, and with puppets(so the cat doesn't scratch, bite, and claw our hands).

Most of the time, he was sitting on the bed, and I was sitting on the floor, with my head rested on his leg.

At one point in time, he played with me, (yes, he played with me. As if I was a child) and he talked to me using the puppets, throwing Jeff Dunham references here and there. I was laughing and smiling, it was so weird.

"I feel like I'm 4 years old!" I exclaim while giggling.

"I do to!" He replies happily.

So eventually he plays with Mason using the puppets again. And jut by the way he played with the 2 month old kitten, easily showed me how amazing he will be with his own children.

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Am I the only one who could be able to see that? Are these weird thoughts? I'm not sure. I just absolutely adore how playful he was.

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Finally, we decide to pack up his stuff around 10:15pm. I was also to see him go as well. And again, I had the strongest urge to tell him I love you.

But that's just too weird. He knows I 'like' him. I'm not sure if he knows I love him. And he only sees me as a friend. (Yes, ladies and gentleman, the girl can get friend zoned too!)

So instead, I accidentally whack his chin with my shoulder while hugging him. That should give him the message, right?

After he left, and was told to text me when he got home*, it was around 10:30 when he pulled out of the driveway.

I did a job for my Mom that lasted about a half hour, and finally, my brother and I played three rounds of Black Ops, and it hit about 12:00am.

I went to my room, laid down, and wrote today's journal. Which I hoped you enjoyed. Because it's done.

[*because of how bad it is with all the snow and ice, I'm definitely going to be worried about the two most important males in my life. I get paranoid at anyone who leaves my house on days like this. So I make sure they tell me they are home safe to calm my nerves]

[**I actually DONT remember when we practiced... Before, or after we ate... I'll change it, and delete this part when I officially find out. Or maybe I'll keep it in just to show you how happy and blissful I was at the end of the day to remember the order of things. Or maybe because I'm tired. Since it is 12:54am trying to remember...]

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Well... My eyes are sore, my body aches, I'm tired, and I have to get up at 9am tomorrow. To go to a baby shower for my already-born-nephew. And write an overview draft thing. Which I probably won't get to. But I'll tell you more about that tomorrow. Which will also probably be written at 12:00am. That seems to be a habit. Well, goodnight!(for me) and good morning/after-morning/afternoon/evening!(for you!)