The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry #67: 5-8-14

I apologize for updating quiet a bit late. It was a nice... Long day.

I really didn't want to wake up this morning. I grunted at everyone, ate breakfast, and I didn't even put on my makeup. And when I got to school, I say up against the wall, and dozed off until the bell rang for our first class.

I ate an orange, and had a Diet Coke. I then proceeded to have, like 13 banana cookies with a fudge drizzle. Delicious! Oh my lord. And close to the end of class, RJ and I were playing Candy Crush, and something weird happened on mine. Which made me exclaim, "MY DONUT EXPLODED!!!" The so-called donut is that chocolate candy with sprinkles, for those who play Candy Crush.

In 3rd hour study hall, I played some more, had the rest of my cookies, had RJ's unwanted turkey sandwich, and nonstop giggled. I was laughing a lot. I might have annoyed RJ!

oh, and by the way, guess what! I ran into Mac in the hallway, and I WAS RIGHT!!!! HE WAS WEARING CATIAN AMERICA! So he challenged me and asked what he was going to wear tomorrow, and I said, "Oh, I dunno, The Flash?" And he looked at me. "Damnit!" I GOT THAT RIGHT TOO! I'M AWESOME!!

I was still stoked about it as I walked into Spanish class. And let me tell yuh, holy crap. That was soo boring. There was a sub, and we just slapped on a video about Mexico, and then everyone was on their phones. Lately, however, being the quiet smart kid in that class, I feel really awkward when the two slackers, Nick and Nate, try talking to me. It just feels weird. I shudder every time I think about it.

Around 1:43, we had locker clean out. And I shit you not, I had 3 sweaters, a coat, 2 containers, and 2 cups. Ugh. Most people have paper. I'm the one who has a flippin closet and kitchen cabinet.

In 10th hour study hall, I'm not sure what I did at first, but I proceeded to come up an create a cover for Sydney's journal. I like it. She likes it. I hope her readers will like it too. Haw haw..! I had also talked about if my journal ever became a book, the first page would be like, "Rated PG-13 MOTHERFUCKER." And also "FUCK YOU ITUNES"... Because I was saying how I would need permission from all the companies to use their names and blah blah blah. And we came up with a mini-scenario where Apple would let me use their name without reading what I put. Then, when they got their free copy, the first page would jut say "Fuck you!" To them. We laughed at the thought of that. So that's why I decided to change the first 'Chapter' of my journal. Look at it! It's pretty funny!

When I got home, I have roughly 3 hours until I would go back to the school, to see a concert. First what's Surround Sound Choir, and Libby was in it, so I wanted to support her! And then it was Symphonic Band. I met up with RJ, and two others. Before the concert even started, I was using the pamphlet-program-thing to fan myself. I was so hot. I had said I felt like going through menopause. RJ was sitting next to me, and my arm was touch his, an he was just like, "Holy shit, you're fucking hot." Jokingly, I was just like, "Thanks!" He laughed at that. For some reason... I was laughing so hard I was silently crying. We think we persuaded the people behind us to move!

The concert was amazing, and so cool. So many talented singers. After them, was my directors turn. My favorite thing about him is the way he moves and dances to the music when he conducts. And since he's leaving us this year, he introduced the new director. Mr. Broccoli. (NO, that's not his real name, but it works with his name so well, that that's his new nickname!) Mr. Broccoli is so stiff when he conducts. I really hopes he'll loosen up a bit.

After the concert, David was gonna be my ride home. So what do we do? We drive to McDonalds, of course! We get shakes. With cherries. Being the sexual minded man that he is, we got onto the topic of how real cherries, and popping cherries are different. How he'd rather pop a cherry than eat a cherry. I'm just like, how do you not like cherries?!! Come on man!

I was so out of it, (all day in fact), that while talking, I misworded myself. I had meant to say, 'I have a dirty mind tonight'.... Yet, somehow, I managed to say, 'I have a dairy mind tonight'.

HOW. I DON'T EVEN UNDERSTAND.

Eventually, he finally drove me home around 10pm. We sang, what I classify as our song, Undisclosed Desires by Muse. Oddly enough, the song is about sex. I'm not sure how it became our song, it's just that we both love it so much, and we sing it together in the car all the time.

When we pulled up on my driveway, I got a Coke, and gave it to him since we didn't want to pay for one at the Fast Food joint. I wanted to hug him goodbye so badly for no apparent reason.

He said goodbye, and was "going to call me to say he's going to text me, will hang up, and text me saying he's going to call me, and then call me". His words, not mine. Even though it didn't happen, like, what made you think of such a complex plan on telling me when you got home?

In the house, I was still burning, so I went to my room, and put on the sluttiest pajamas I have. Literally. Plush Garfield 'short shorts' with a black tank top that has a torn spaghetti strap in the front.

This is probably the only reason why I'm glad David isn't my boyfriend and sleeps over. It's pajamas like these that would get me in trouble in so many different ways.

With my fan on high, I wrote the entire journal, and went to sleep. I wanted to finish Chapter 3 of my book, but I was too tired, and I needed sleep.

So until tomorrow, my lovelies..

Keep Smiling!

~Sharpie