The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #35: 4-6-14

I woke up this morning growling at Mason to stop scratching at the door. He's gotten really annoying lately. I can't wait for them balls to be snipped.

Anywayyyy..... My mom told me that I better take a shower. Why? Ahh yes. I just realized I never told you what was planned for today.

David's sister was co-hosting a Pampered Chef's party at their house today, and I decided to go.

Even though David wasn't going to be there, I thought it would have been polite to go anyway. Plus, my mom is a HUGE Pampered Chef fan.

When we got there, there was about 10-15 people there. It was pretty cool. And when David's mom introduced me to his grandmother, I wanted to laugh at the way he introduced me. "This is Sharpie*, David'd best girl......friend"

[*Sharpie is my nickname. In real life, my actual name was used. But for some ridiculous reason, I rather not share that on the World Wide Web.]

I wanted to giggle, considering we were just basically cuddling-ish last night on a tiny couch. Which technically is called a loveseat. Just saying.

Yay for my knowledge of furniture.

But the food that was cooked was delicious. Then, my mom started spurting out all of her thoughts and ideas on Pampered Chef products an how they work and the whole kitten-caboodle. Everyone was so surprised about what she knows. I personally think it was kind of funny.

When we got back home, I apparently reak so bad of cat, that Mom told me to strip my bed, change the bed sheets, and bring ALL OF TE CLOTHES in my closet down to be washed. Because the smell of cat is so much in the air of my room, that it even makes the clothes that are hanging in my closet smell like cat. I want to know how my friends deal with it.

So, until he's fixed, all of my clothes are going to be stored in the laundry room downstairs. Ugh. Goddamn you Mason.

When my room was just about finished, so was dinner. We ate, watched TV, did dishes, and went to bed. I was kind of tired. I didn't want to write much today, but I knew since there wasn't much to write, I could do it.

On that note, it also brings me to the realization that even though what you read is my exact thought process (including all of the "yous and parenthesis)... Writing this journal is helping my writing skills. Such as transitions, or comma rules. Although, that's not true. I write as if I were an author publishing to the world. I put commas where there are pauses in real life. Screw the rules. That's the way I was taught!

Ahem. Anyway, I think the one major thing this daily writing has helped most on is word choice. Not only has the fluency of my writing improved, so has the repetition of words. Take the word "Anyway" for example. When I move on to a different moment of the day, I often use this transition. Lately, I've tried to avoid that. (And if you ever spot any word repetition in my work, just assume I'm tired, and I don't give a flying fuck about the way I write...)

This is something my Dad brought up a few days ago or so. I've been thinking about it ever since. I've realized it's true too. I smile thinking about it.

I have been smiling all day in fact. I feel like something good is going to happen soon.

Don't ever let anyone tell you that you have no reason to smile!

KEEP SMILING!!

~Sharpie