Entry 2

He said yes!

He said yes, he said yes, he said yes, he said yes!

I'm giddy. Can you tell?

I knew he was in his apartment, and I heard him playing a video game so I knew he was awake, so I knocked on his door. I told him that I'd turned eighteen, and he congratulated me, and then I said, "So will you go out with me now?"

Well, of course he said no at first (you know how he is) but after a few minutes he gave me a big smile and said, "I've been waiting a while for this," and said yes!

Oh, I feel so fluttery inside. It's amazing I can sit still and tell all of this to you, I feel like I've got springs in every part of me.

Okay. So I realize that all he did was agree to go out with me, once. But I've got six years of waiting wound up inside me, and it's all ready to burst out of me.

I was so flustered when he said yes, I forgot all about where I'd wanted to go out. When he asked me that, all I could say was, "Where do you want to go?"

Anyway, the result is that we're going to see some movie. I can hardly contain myself! I'm gonna have to go dance or something—I have too much energy!

Well, I'm back (I love it how patient you are, diary!), and I'm feeling better. I went out to the park and danced and twirled until I tired myself out.

I first got into dancing back when I was obsessed with making everything pink. I've gotten a little older and more mature (now I like different shades of red and white, too), but I still like to dance. I had some lessons, and they really got me started, but I never wanted to dance as a job. I wanted to dance because I love to dance. I use the things they taught me, of course, but it's all just for me, and I like that.

Like I said, I went into the park and started dancing. Some people stared at me, and a few made fun of me, but I didn't mind at all. I mean, it is unusual to see a pink hedgehog go dancing through the park, I'd be silly not to know that. But you know what? They must lead sad lives if they don't have anyone who makes them want to dance like that.

So today has been a good day. I don't know if I'll be able to sleep tonight. I don't have the overflowing energy I had before, just a sense of warm satisfaction that's spread from the top of my quills to the tips of my toes.

I'll be sure to tell you how everything goes, okay, diary? Okay.