Saturday, October 4, 2003

   Yay-ness!
Bandit has a boyfriend! Bandit has a boyfriend!

BOOYA!

I officially love Homecoming.

Prehaps I should fill you in...

It started off on the bus to my pal (whom I will now call Zell, due to the fact it's hernickname). Boy, that was fun. I had an attitude and a half with some of the girls sitting around us. In fact, I dissed one of them, I suppose, with my wonderfully sharp tounge. Yet, the whole time, zell and I were using our odd senses of humor to entertain our selves.
Qoutable qoute of this section:
Some girl: Hey, what did you go as yesterday?
Me: Impmon.
Girl: What's that?
Another girl: I think it's some sort of Digimon or something like that.
Girl #1: Now what was it again?
Me: Immmppp-moonnnn. Do I need to say it slower for your understanding?
Many of the people around us: Ooooooo, that was cold.

Moving on, we spent a while at her house and about 5:30 we left for the school. She had to help with parking, thus the reason why we were there early. Anywhoose, the peopls chased me off, so I tortured Duke (who's another friend of mine) for a while by tickling her.

Qoutable qoute:
Duke: HELP! I'M BEING CHASED BY A DEMON CHILD!
Random Boy: Oo; oO;
Me: Hi, I'm the demon child! ^^!
Boy: You look it.

Later on, after Zell's duties were over, we went to the game. Somehow, I got in free. Anyways, all I could do was think about him and the dance. In fact, since he was to be there at n ine, we left after the Homecoming court was announced and headed to the school to see if the doors were opened yet.

Qoutable Qoute:
Me: *points to the Homecoming girls* Lookit! There's Barbie numbers one and two!

To make things bad, I was freezing after we left the stadium. To make it worse, the doors weren't open yet. In fact, by the time he got there, I was cussing worse than a sailor. In fact, I think it was every other word was a cuss word.

Qoutable qoute:
Me: It would help if my damn hand wasn't frozen to my drink.

Anywhoose, we walked around to the cafeteria doors and they were locked as well. So, we waited and waited and waited. While we waited, me and him talked about various, random things. Also, I regained feeling/warmth in my hands.

Qoutable Qoute:
Me: You should only worry about me when I get still.

Continuing on, we ended up losing the game 44-28. And guess what, they didn't even open the dance til ten minutes til ten. So, we headed on in and sat. He was sitting beside me and was saying something... can't remember what. All I remember was thinking, 'C'mon! Hug him! It won't hurt anything! You know he likes you!' And for once, my shyness didn't get in the way. Next thing I know, I suddenly have my arms wrapped around him and my face halfway buried in his arm. And I felt good. In fact, he actually starte to rub my arm. But I pulled away. He knew how I felt though, so he wrapped an arm around my shoulder and I found myself resting my head on his chest. And all was good. We sat there for a while, until Zell showed back up. Of course she had to get two pictures (that way, whenshe got the film developed, all three of us could have a copy).

Qoutable Qoute:
Him: Go ahead and take the picture. I don't care, but she might.

But alas, it was time to go. Zell left me and him to say our goodbyes.

Qoutable Qoute:
Me(to Zell): Oh, time to go already? And to think, I didn't even get my slow dance.

So, I hugged him and told him I had to go. He walked with me to the lobby, and I waited for him to make a call to his mom, as to get picked up. After he was through, I gave him my number, hugged him once more, told him I'd see him on Monday and left.

Oh happy day for Bandit.
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