The Daily Journal of an Average Teenaged Girl

Entry#68: 5-9-10

Today.... Was a really long day. But it was great! When I woke up around 6:30, I realized I only had 10 minutes to get to my bus stop. So I stayed in bed for 5 more minutes of course. I was so tired, that when I got to school, I fell asleep. I was laying on the floor, sleeping. David woke me up by standing over me, and clapping. Telling me I had to get up, and class was about to start. I reluctantly got up.

By the time 3rd Hour Study hall came around, I was no longer tired.

RJ and I were laughing the entire time. Literally. 30 minutes straight. At one point, our teacher had said, "What is going on over there..?"

That started a whole new round of laughing. We couldn't contain ourselves. We were just non-stop laughing. We were laughing so much, I can't really tell you how it started. Because I DONT REMEMBER, because I was laughing so much. Do you get the point?

Today was also the last day for seniors, so that meant today was Danielle's last day! So I let her do what she wanted to do. It was the least I could do. I've come to realize... This time next year, lunch is going to be so awkward! David won't be there! It'll just be me, Spencer, and Eric! It's going to be so weird!! I have to stop thinking about that..

Well, during 10th hour study hall, which is in a Chemistry room, my 'desk' which is a lab table, had glasses on it. Neon glasses! I had a bit of fun. I Vined, and Snapchatted them. I also took picture. So I stole a pair. I hope he doesn't ever recognizes that I took them. THEY'RE MY NEW FAVORITE GLASSES OF ALL TIME.

After school, I had some pizza, and was texting David. There was another concert tonight, and I wanted to usher. I was afraid I might be turned down, so I tried finding 3 dollars for admission. And I did. All in quarters, nickels, and dimes. Thank god when I got there I was allowed to usher.

There were technically 2 concerts. The Symphonic Band, and Surround Sound Choir. My director, let's use his nickname, Bruce, directs all of the bands. Concert Band, Symphonic Band, and Jazz Band. Tonight was his last night. So most of the ushers were taken before the entire concert was done, to help with something special.

Everyone who wanted to participate would get a balloon. David, Me, and a few others got a few bundles of balloons. We were the balloon distributors! To everyone who came out the doors outside, we would ask if they wanted to participate. There were over 200 balloons. All of our school colors; black, orange, and some white.

When we ran out of balloons to give, Bruce came out, and he was smiling and all.

"On 'Bruce' we all let go!" Said some one.

And all together..."1...! 2....! 3...!! Goodbye Bruce!!!"

"We love you!"

"We'll miss you!"

And for the next hour there was pictures and tears, laughs and smiles. Bruce was part of 3 selfies. One of them was with David and I.

I tried using David's phone to take a picture of him and Bruce, (I used mine too for this particular reason)... But I couldn't get it to work. So I continuously tapped it, and then the phone flashed 4 times in a row. Completely unexpected! It was really funny.

There was a lot of hugging too. In the end, the last ones to leave was Me, David, and a Junior named Abby. Abby is an incredible singer, who is part of Surround Sound. At one point we sang a song together. We sounded great. [even though I had a cold from allergies. I'm telling you, this is why people tell me to join surround sound, let alone regular Cadet or Concert Choir.]

The three of us decided to go to a McDonalds. After we put David in a dress made of a huge Party City plastic bag. He looked like a spiffy diva, when Abby put her sunglasses on him too!

When we decide to finally get a move on, Abby invited to go in her car, and I was just like, "Why not?" She introduced me to one of her favorite bands. I really liked them.

When we had gotten to Micky D's, David got the two of us our norm. Medium strawberry shakes. Abby got herself some food too. One of the workers was Abby's friend. Who I can't remember her name, but she's downright gorgeous mid you. I'll refer to her as Pansy. [you'll understand why in a minute]

My mom had texted me wondering if I needed money, and I said yeah. So, with Pansy's discount, I got the 4 of us a 20 piece nugget and large fry. Only $5! Maybe I should work there!

Once while David was away, in the bathroom or something, we had been talking about crushes, and sexual orientation. Abby was a Polysexual, Pansy was Pansexual, and I'm Demisexual. The two of them had already had the nicknames for each other. Polly and Pansy. So I then became Demi. I had to remember that, so when they see me in school halls, I'll actually respond!

When I said that I was Demisexual, they said the both have heard of it, but never actually looked it up. I explained that demisexuals aren't ever sexually attracted to someone until they know that person personally first. I then proceeded to use David as an example. I said that when I first met David, I didn't think he was cute, or handsome, or sexy or any of that. It was only when I started to get to know him much better that I started to think he was cute. And downright sexy in a tuxedo.

When I said the tuxedo part, they laughed and was like, "That's so cute!". It's true though. I will melt at the sight of him in a tuxedo. Which sucks because next year he's in Symphonic band, and men have to wear tuxedos. I'll melt at almost every concert next year.

But anyway, now I have yet another nickname. Which I really like anyway. I love my sexual orientation, and well as the name for it. It sounds really... I don't know. Before, and normally, I just say I'm bisexual. Because not many people know what a Demisexual is. And the word bisexual just seems so harsh to me. Don't ask me. I don't know.

But on that topic, I've finally come to realize why every time my mom, or my friends when I was younger, would ask me if someone was cute, I would just shrug my shoulders. I would always say, "I don't know, I guess..." I never found anyone to be cute. It just wouldn't happen.

Let me throw this out there too. On the show Ghost Adventures, there's this guy named Zak Bagens. My mom thinks I think he's cute. Sure I guess, but the thing is, is I just really love his style. His outfits are really cool, and I like them on him. It fits his particular self. I don't know if that makes sense.

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I apologize! I totally went off course! So, okay, we were talking about sexual orientation, and how I love David, and that's where my new nickname was achieved. When David came back, we were joking about how he can't really have a nickname, unless we just call him 'Straight'. Like, "Hey straight! How you doing?" But Abby/Polly offered to say, 'Stray'. It was funny, but he'll always be David to me. Or Hood.

When Pansy and Polly left, David and I did too. On the ride home we were singing to my music. When we were on my driveway, he wanted to give me a hush inside the the car. But I begged him a wanted a real one. I begged and begged until he finally gave. He practically choked me with his 3 different hugs he gave me. But I was happy. I've been needing his hug all week.

It was about 11:00pm when I entered my house. I was really happy. Today was a great day. To to you my readers... I can prove to you that there's nothing wrong to...

Keep Smiling!

~Sharpie.