1.18.2010

Dax Diary 7

December 25, 2003
This is my December...
Last night turned out to be a lot of fun. We went to see Elf, went to mass, and went to sweetlights instead of driving thru Hershey. We woke up around 5:30 this morning, the usual Christmas awakening. If that made any sense? I got three sweaters, two tee shirts, and two pairs of pajama pants that I picked out. I got Linkin Park Live in Texas (Yay!), Pirates of the Carribean, and Aunt Sharon got me the first Saddle Club movie. I though those were for younger people, but I'll check it out. My mom got me a manicure/pedicure kit, make-up jewelry, an alarm clock, a watch, a phone, and a straightener/crimper. It's just like the one Kelly has. I'm getting the Yellowcard cd from Gabby and I'm getting a bit anxious! I want it! Haw haw. I get it tomorrow! Yay! I'm so happy! But moving on to more important topics...
WGAL8 interviewed us about dad being away for the holidays. I gave all these bad answers. But I think I looked pretty, so maybe AMC guy will see it and fall inlove with me if he hasn't already. So the next time we go to the movies, he'll be behind the counter and hand me my popcorn and Icee and his hand will touch mine and I'll look up and he'll be looking at me and then I'll look into his eyes and he'll look into mine and he'll ask my name and I'll tell him and he'll ask me to wait after my movie so he could talk to me and I will and we'll hit it off and he'll ask for my screenname and we'll talk online and get really close and go to movies cuz he gets discounts and one night we'll be in the theatre... no outside in the side parking lot and we'll be talking and I'll be leaning on the wall and he'll kiss me and I'll kiss back and he'll ask me out and I'll be like "Duh!" and he'll laugh and I'll laugh and then he'll take my hand and we'll run into the theatre and go to the movie. It'll be great. I have a long way to go because I don't even know his name. But anyways---------------the whole tv thing




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