Today was appropriately boring for being the first day of vacation. I also ate like, three desserts and McDonalds food, and now I feel guilty and slightly sick.
So this morning I went to the Music Store. I used to take lessons there, but I stopped because of band season and I haven't really been back since. I went because my amp broke. I mean, it was a crappy amp to begin with, but it basically stopped making noise altogether the last time I used it. I'm glad I went though, because 1. I got valve oil and now my trumpet works better, and 2. I signed up for lessons again with John, the same guy I had last time. For a while he wasn't available. I'm glad I didn't have to sign up for lessons with someone else because I like John, and apparantly he is known throughout the area for being a really good guitar player. Like, when I tried out for jazz band and I told the jazz band guy that John So-and-so was my teacher, he was all impressed, like he would have considered himself lucky to even meet the guy. So that's good.
Then I farted around a little and talked to some people online, and while I was talking to Molly online she invited me over. I brought my guitar and taught her the bassline to I will survive, (which she can barely play. God, Julian's going to kill me.) and then we just hung around and talked about music and were kind of antisocial together. It was kind of boring, but it's usually better to be bored with someone else than to be bored by yourself. Molly is a good person to be bored with. I don't feel guilty or anything if I can't think of anything to talk about. She's one of those people who I can hang out with without talking.
We also talked to her dad for a little bit, and he taught me how a carburator works and tried to convert me. Her dad is pretty cool, but I don't think he likes/trusts me much. Or at least not as much as you'd think he would as a result of me being over there all the freakin' time. I think it's mostly the atheism thing. When he talks to me about religion, I never say outright "I'm an atheist," but I think he has a pretty good idea, and I think it makes him a little uneasy. Oh well. At least Molly doesn't mind.
After that we went to Aunt Kathleen and Gary's for dinner. It went moderately well. I usually get the impression that Gary dislikes me, and I didn't really this time. But the food was still pretty bad, and Aunt Kathleen is still easily offended, so you have to be careful what you say and make sure to compliment things, which gets annoying after a while. It's sad really, and horrible to say, but I don't even like going there anymore. And Aunt Kathleen used to be like a third parent to me, and I used to think she was the coolest thing ever. Now we don't even see her much, and she's just a kind of naive, overly sensitive person who I have to deal with because she's my father's sister. Oh well. I guess the conversation was mostly good.
That's about it. I'm going to Maine tomorrow with my parents. I told Molly this, and when she asked "To do what?" my answer was:
"...Well, when we go on vacation, we generally go to places that are nice places to BE, but where there is not an excessive amount to DO. And we just kind of ARE THERE, but all we do is walk around and eat a lot and play cards in our hotel room. That's why we only ever go on vacation for a few days at a time."
"Oh. Have fun with that."
"Thanks, I will."
Yeah, it's going to be a blast.
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