Jacob Cushman

Daily Journal

August 17th to Current

August 18th

Okay, so. Lunch was amazing. I had walked into the cafeteria to get my lunch and ended up in line right behind her. We talked while we waited. Oh, yes, we talked about her life, my life, her parents, my parents, my car. She officially made me her chauffeur. She hates riding the buses apparently. Now, you would think I gave max a ride home, but this is not so. He lives on the opposite side of town and I don’t really like driving all around town. But I’ll do anything for a girl. I loved her laugh, her smile, her accent (max was right), her body and just everything about her was perfect. She was also a cheerleader, I learned. We ate lunch together as well. That was fun. She finished her lunch before I did, thanks to staring on my part. I couldn’t help it. She was wearing a low-cut shirt and I caught myself looking. I didn’t let her catch me though.

Aw, yes. 4th hour. Blah. I made up a plan. It’ll spread over the course of about two weeks or so, me giving her rides home and to school. This gives me an authority that she doesn’t know about. Once she’s in my car, she’s in MY car. You get the point. This will also give me time to get to know her (which I really want to do). I’m sitting in Chemistry…thinking…about…her…I cant help it. The thoughts that whirl through my head are interesting, though.

5th hour, World History. The battle of OU vs. OSU. Yes, yes. You may be wondering why this is important. I may live in Ohio, but I love OU. They’re a great team. And ironically enough, my History teacher is an OSU fan. Boo. Blah. Ick. Yucky. Disgusting. Black and orange? Who would want those icky colors on their wall? I mean honestly. Black…and…ORANGE! Those aren’t very inviting colors. Crimson and white is better than that. Ever since the first day of school we’ve argued this fact. I put ‘OU is excellence’ on my paper and she will stick an ‘s’ in the middle of the OU. Oh, it gets worse. Then, with all its OSU glory, she gets out her little orange highlighter and writes in BIG, BOLD letters, GO POKES! Okay. If you ask me, which I know she’s not, THAT’S JUST WRONG!...but, ya know...this should go down in history...

Home, yay. 6th hour (gym) was okay. We ran laps and played some basketball. Whoopee. I drove Shelly home today. I stole a short but deep kiss from her. She said it was her way of saying ringrazi voi (thank you)! It was amazing! I almost got into an accident because I was too busy thinking instead of paying attention, but I didn’t. Uomo, I abbai a ottenga ciò ragazza! (Man, I have to get this girl!)