Lately I've been feeling constantly bored and kind of restless. I've been eating every hour or so, I think because of this. I'm already getting sick of food, but I keep eating anyway. Blegh. I think this is the beginning of my March depression. Every March since like, sixth grade, I've been depressed. I'm not sure why. It just happens that way.
Anyway, yesterday I went to a concert at Old Town Hall. Nothing much to say about that. Some bands from our school played, and I stood around with Molly and Dave and didn't dance. I almost wish people wouldn't dance. It just makes me look awkward and out of place. But I don't go to these things to dance, I go to listen to music. (Besides, I couldn't if I tried.) I did end up conversing with Molly and Dave a little, even though most of the time we had to shout. Molly kept refering to her church friends, which always bothers me a little. We also had this whole conversation about how physically awkward Julian is. (It's true. And he wears short pants.) Dave and I arranged to play this Jethro Tull piece for a gig next weekend. Oh God, how do I explain the purpose of this gig? It's this group... thing... that puts on performances at hospitals and stuff so that slacker music kids can get community service hours. It's extremely disorganized and run by this really WIERD kid. The emails he sends out are like
Everyone - There will be a VERY IMPORTANT meeting in the band room tomorrow after school.
P.S. - The meeting is VERY IMPORTANT.
And that will be the whole email.
Today I practiced the Jethro Tull piece with Dave. It didn't go as well as I'd anticipated. We definately need a drummer. I suggested that we call Greg, but Dave said "Nah, Greg would go crazy with a simple beat like this. He'd try to overcomplicate it." In other words, Greg pisses him off. "You know, it's really not that complicated. I mean, it's just swing eighth notes on the ride. Is there anybody who's already in the performance who could do that?" "I dunno... They're all classical musicians. I don't think so." "Well what about, like, Julian?" "Julian's not a drummer." "You don't HAVE to be a drummer. It's really easy. I could probably do it. And besides, then maybe we could get him to do something on sax, and you could switch to guitar, and you know, there would be a lower concentration of classical music." "...It might work. Try calling him."
So he did. The conversation went something like this: "Hey, this is Dave. So there's this Music in the Community thing next weekend..." [pause] "I dunno, Saturday... or Sunday... But anyway, me and Aidan are playing this Jethro Tull thing, and we definately need a drummer..." [pause] "Well, we figured you could do it." At this point I could hear the laughter on the other line. "No, but it's a REALLY simple jazz beat. I mean, we just need a musician." [long pause] "But he'd try to overcomplicate it. He'd get bored. And anyway, we figured after that you could play something on sax, with me on bass and Aidan on guitar." [pause] "I dunno, just solo. I mean, it's better than piano solos." [pause] "Come on man, we have a whole week left." [pause] "Alright, I'll call him." [pause] "Yeah, and if he can't do it I'll call you back. Bye." He hung up. "He was wierded out that we wanted him to be a drummer."
"Well, wouldn't you be?"
Greg wasn't home, so I still don't know what's going on about that.
Anyway, we did practice a little, but for a lot of the time we just hung out. Periodically Dave's 8th grade brother would come in and just kind of bother us, and once, his 5th grade brother walked up to the doorway, said "Haha, you play the flute," and walked away. I'm assuming this was on a dare by the 8th grade brother. His mom also came in at one point and asked me all about France. His mom's pretty awesome. Oh yeah, and the dog. The dog was in and out of the room thoughout the practice. It kept trying to lick my flute. I like his family. And for some reason, it is not wicked awkward, like my mom worries, that we practice in his room. We just kind of sit there and talk about music, which is what we talk about all the time anyway.
At one point today I said "Hey, do we still have a band?" He just said "I'm not sure."
Blegh. I have a history paper due Tuesday. We're supposed to have been working on it for like a month already. Anyone feel like writing about where power comes from and citing three examples from history to back up their opinion? With footnotes? Anyone?
I appologize for the fact that this entry was long and boring. It's March. Nothing interesting happens anymore. But I have nothing better to do than to talk about what does happen. I feel like I'm going nowhere. I feel like I need to release some sort of creative energy, but it turns out there's nothing there to release. I feel like eating all the time even when I'm never hungry. I have these loose feelings of attatchment floating around in my head, but when I'm honest with myself, there's no one good to attatch them to. I painted my fingernails today, and I'm just going to end up taking them off tomorrow morning because they're ugly and dented because I didn't wait long enough for them to dry. And I spend too much time on this diary. I'm just being obsessive. That's going nowhere too.
Ugh, and tomorrow I have practice at IVY'S house.
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