11/12/2009

So today I sit in class writing into the diary. I was really hoping you’d be stealing it sooner you know. Maybe because I wanted to be wished a “Happy Birthday” when it’s a bit closer to the actual date or something. Or maybe because I’m a bit excited about finally having a, for lack of a better word, proper conversation (Is it really the right word?).

Anyway, it’s been pretty boring lately. Nothing going on at all. The only thing I’m looking forward to these days, is you sneaking off with my diary. I didn’t even check my locker until today because I wanted to give you maximum opportunity to get in and out without being seen.

Okay, I’ll admit it. I was a bit disappointed when I saw my diary just sitting there. I was looking forward to some more weird and awkward conversations. I’m sure we can have them later. You know, next month maybe, when you steal the diary like you promised.

You know, considering the fact that you’re actually stealing my diary, I should maybe give you the name Dismas. You know, as in Saint Dismas, the penitent thief. But then again, the dude was a dude and you’re a girl. Hmm… Well whatever, I guess we need a name for you for the moment and I can’t come up with anything better.

So I’ll be calling you Dismas till you feel okay to tell me your real name. You know, you actually know my real name and stuff. It’s not really fair. But then again, I did write “Life’s not Fair” myself so maybe I shouldn’t be allowed to complain.

Oh and by the way, I’d be leaving the diary at school this time. Thinking against taking it home. I can’t take the chance of it falling into the hands of one my namesake friends. We’re having a party and all for my 18th birthday and I don’t want them to know what I really think about them. You know, if you do actually read it before New Year’s Eve, you should come over.

It’s going to be a great time. I’ve set up a party at my place with everything from girls, games and booze. I know I shouldn’t be this happy but I’m having a birthday party where people are coming not because my parents asked them to but because they really want to. Thank God my parents won’t be home!

I hope my home stays in one piece though. You should come. All the guys and gals my age would be there so it won’t be as if I’ll know who you are. Plus, maybe I’ll get a face to face happy birthday like you promised me. It would be technically next year right? Hoping to see you soon.