Before I rip off every article of clothing I have on, and jump in a pool of ice.... Let me write the journal at 9pm!
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This morning, I woke up still with a cold. I hate it so much. And little did I realize I literally only had time to get dressed and go. So I put my makeup in a bag too, and caught my bus. Today was Late Start Tuesday! Which I used to my advantage, and put my makeup on at school. Alex and I talked for a bit too.
When David came down to sit, he looked exhausted. And he was. Aww. Mac had eventually strolled his way over to our table, and him and Danielle were chatting. I was chatting with him. All that sorts of stuff. I'm guessing that for him, this week is 'superhero week'. Yesterday the theme was Superman. Today it's Green Lantern. A little bit after he left, Danielle an I played some cards.
Some time later in the morning, we were all in our normal spots, but David was right next to me. Alex sitting on top of him. And my leg rested on his. Him and I were listening to some songs I know. Such as How's your Whole... Family and The Assuming Song. Both hilarious.
In 3rd hour, RJ and I wee screwing around as normal, making me laugh. I had some sugar. Bad idea. I was giggling the entire period. Even in the elevator, singing and dancing about our new craze. SOYSAUSE!
In lunch, it was unfortunately boring. David and a guy named Robby played Yu-Gi-Oh! during it. Which, by the way, I must learn. Not only does David want me to play, but so does my friend Bailey.
In English class, I felt like total shit, with my clogged sinuses and dry eyes. I couldn't do half of what I normally do. Although in Study Hall, I found enough energy to terribly sing some music, and play solitaire. I tried helping Sydney stop being nervous, but I hardly think it worked. At all. She was nervous about her duet in the concert tonight, and some other things. [that I know the minor details about]
After school, I got home, took a shower, and turned into an outfit of all black. Tonight was the last concert of the year. I put on makeup, scalded my mouth with pizza, and went to school.
I'm not sure why, but I was daydreaming of kissing David. It's what I get for being a teenage girl.
I did pretty good, considering I didn't know, like, a third of it. Because I wasn't in class when we were learning that certain piece. After me, in the concert, was one of the Chorus Cadets, which Sydney was in. I desperately wanted to watch her in her duet, BUT I FUCKING MISSED IT. I was so mad at myself.
Mom had told me that David, who was a few seats back, had signed to her when he got there. He asked "Are you ok?" And my mom told me, "That's awesome". I replied with, "One of the reasons I love him." And she said back, "Good Reason". And it's true. I admire how much he cares.
When I got home finally, I changed into less sweltering clothes, and called my dad. He had a surgery today, and I wanted to see how he was doing.
After that... I wrote my journal, played with the cat, in attempt to make him less energetic, and texted David.
WHICH: BY THE WAY: JUST because I'm madly in love with David does not mean he's mine. You do not have to ask me permission to do things with him. Someone asked me today, "Would you get mad if so-n-so and David started dating?". Like, uhm, I'd be jealous, but not mad. I mean, I know the 5 girls David would definitely date, so, I wasn't too worried. Don't get me wrong, I felt SO guilty for feeling that way, but I know David inside and out. 'So-n-so' was not his type.
Ugh. Stop. Please. The only time I was furious with David dating someone was the one time at MY birthday party. Like, DUDE. YOU HAVENT EVEN KNOWN FHE BITCH FOR 2 HOURS AND YOURE SUPPOSEDLY DATING. NO.
Exsqueez me. I don't mean to tell. It's literally the only thing I get boiling mad at just by thinking about it.
Anyhow, I had a pretty good day, a lot of laughs, and smiles.
Keep Smiling!
~Sharpie
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The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl
Non-FictionPart 1 of 'The Journal' series. Get into the mind of a highschool student, as everyday is a new ride. Emotions that can change in a split second. Aside from daily journals, there are special entries. Such as "Random Rant of the Day" and "Extra Extra...