This weekend went pretty well. I went to two family functions, one for each side of my family, and played with the baby for the whole time because for some reason little kids really like me. I think both of them would have been pretty awkward if I hadn't been playing with my cousins. A lot of the people there I didn't know very well, even though they're supposed to be my family.
Eric broke his arm again. He came in this morning, said "First of all, I just want you to know that I HATE you ALL." and took off his jacket, revealing his brace. There was laughter and gasping. This is the fourth time that Eric has broken his arm. He broke it in February snowboarding and then March falling down a hill. He got his cast off in July, and then broke it in August at band camp playing ultimate frisbee. He got it off again in December, and last night he broke it again... bowling. "Oh Eric!" said Ivy. "You broke your arm AGAIN?" "Well, we don't know if it's actually broken yet..." he said in a slightly panic-stricken voice. "PLEASE let it not be broken..." "See, we told you you'd always be a cripple no matter what." (We used to make cripple jokes about Eric all the time. He can take it - he makes fun of us too. But they're starting to think there might actually be something wrong with him, and that wouldn't be cool. So maybe we should stop.) "I HATE you."
I made an ass of myself in Latin again by not remembering any Latin. He never calls on me for things I DO know. 20th century was really interesting again, and I think I looked smart. At lunch, Dave walked back from buying his lunch and said to me "Okay, I figure Adam at least has to come back to get his stuff... Damnit! His stuff isn't there anymore! I was gonna end the awkwardness! ...How does he do that? He just vanishes! Where is he?" "Where do you think?" "Oh right. The Williams center." (this is the "preforming arts center" attatched to our school. It's what's used for basically anything dramatic or musical that goes on in town. It's also where the hardcore techies hang out all the time.) "No wait... There he is. He's talking to a techie, and they're GOING to the Williams center." He elbowed me in a kind of "watch this" way. "I'm going to flag him down and make him sit here. ADAM! ADAM!!" Adam glanced over. At first it looked like he was planning on ignoring Dave, but then he realized he couldn't. He came over. "What?" "We need to have band practice." "What?" "BAND PRACTICE," I said over the shouting in the cafeteria. He glanced at me and went back to looking at Dave. "When are you free?" said Dave. "Not today, maybe tomorrow." "Greg!" I shouted to the other side of the table, "Are you free for practice tomorrow?" "Maybe. I'll call you guys about it later. We need to get together with Julian and Rob too." "I know. I'll see if I can find Julian tomorrow." Then Adam stood next to the table for a quite while, not doing anything. "Staring into space?" I said. "Yep," he said without looking at me. Then he went to the other end of the table and talked to Molly, who has told me on many occasions she doesn't like him much.
Eventually I went down to the Williams center to see if I could find who exactly "The Talent Show Committee" is and tell them about a conflict I have with another meeting. I found Pete. Pete is the adult who is in charge of the techies. He told me that he was not exactly the talent show committee, but that he'd be happy to take a message. "Okay. I don't know if I can come to the rehearsal on time Wednesday. Do you have a schedual so that I can know when my band is going?" "Um... maybe." (apparantly, the Talent Show Committee is not very organized.) "What's the name of your band?" "Ironic Twist." He froze and looked at me. "Oh. You're with Adam Larsen." He sounded impressed. "Yes," I said, realizing a little too late that my "yes" sounded sad. "He's the sound guy." "I know." "He's a good kid." I shrugged. "He's a good guitarist." He got out a piece of paper and looked at it. "Don't worry about it. You're not on until almost last."
"So," said Dave when I got back, "Did you find out who the Talent Show Committee is?" "No. I only found out that Pete the techie KIND OF is." "Speaking of techies," he shot a glance down the table, "Adam's definately avoiding you." "Yeah dude, what have I been telling you?" "Yeah, but like, did you see how he only GLANCED at you when we were talking? The rest of the time it was like he was pretending you weren't there. Oh man, band practice is going to be WICKED awkward." He laughed a little. "I don't know man. I'm hoping it won't be, just because... nothing changed when we started going out... I mean, you guys didn't even notice anything, did you?" "Yeah man, that was WIERD." "What?" "No one noticed ANYTHING." "Well hopefully, it'll be like that again." "Yeah, but he, like, won't make eye contact with you..." "Well I'm not bothered by it." "Yeah, but it's going to be wicked awkward for Greg and me. Whatever. Your personal issues don't affect my bass playing, and that's really all I care about." I could tell he was trying to make it seem funny. But Dave always uses joking as a coverup. This never occoured to me before today, but I bet it bothers him that we broke up, just like it bothered me when Ivy broke up with him. After all, for the entirety of band season, he knew us as a couple. And I'm sure he has his own interests in mind now that he's trying to help us be friends again.
When he got on the bus, he didn't look me in the eye. He sat a few seats in front of me and talked to whoever he was sitting next to. This got me a little depressed. When I got home, I sang "Don't Get Around Much Anymore" at the top of my lungs as I walked around the house.
"Missed the Saturday dance Heard they crowded the floor Couldn't bear it without you Don't get around much anymore."
There's no damn food in this house, I thought.
"Thought I'd visit the club Got as far as the door Couldn't bear it without you Don't get around much anymore."
The neighbors can probably hear me, I realized.
"Well darlin' I guess My mind's more at ease But never the less Why bring back old memories?
Been invited to dance Could have gone, but what for? Awfully lonesome without you Don't get around much anymore."
My parents are annoying me today. And I haven't done any homework yet.
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