Well, I'm still feeling uncharactaristically happy for no apparant reason. Yesterday I felt like dancing all day, and I can't dance at all. And I actually found myself thinking things like, "people are so fascinating," "everything's so beautiful," and "I'm really lucky to have my friends." This is the third night in a row that I haven't done my math homework. (Well, it's only 4:30, but I'm not planning on doing it.) I've been drawing and writing music instead, and doing it during class the next morning. I've produced some pretty cool stuff, if I do say so myself. I figured out that imovie makes a pretty good garage band when you don't have garage band, so I've been layering tracks and recording songs where I play all the instruments and harmonize with myself and stuff. It's kind of surreal to listen to, but it sounds very... professional. I think I am a little too proud of myself.
I'm starting to think that I should just give up on Julian. Well, I guess I always kind of knew that it was futile, but now it's being confirmed. I had a whole conversation with him today where we were both trying to convey some meaning and both just failing miserably. It lasted for quite a while and ended with:
"Oh. That's what I meant in the first place." "Yeah, I know. I was agreeing with you." "Oh." (awkward pause.) "...yay communication." "...yay musicians."
Also, Dave and Tom's bus has been coming late. Usually I hang out with the two of them and Julian in the morning, and for the past two days I have been too much of a dork to talk to Julian without them there, so I have been sitting awkwardly by myself listening to him laugh as he watches Greg's other rock band play Egyptian rat screw.
I'm pretty embarrassed that I have stupid little schoolgirl crushes like this. It's getting to that point where I talk really loud when I'm around him. And it's stupid, because I'm not even that close to him. I mean, he's been AROUND since middle school, but I didn't consider him to be within my close circle of friends until like... we played on the bridge together. Which was not that long ago. (Stupid, shallow Adain.)
On another note, I have been hanging out with Dave way too much. I think he might be my best friend. Like, better than Molly, and I've thought of Molly as my best friend since seventh grade. Seriously. Today I hung out with him - in the morning - in Latin - during lunch - during the fire alarm 4th block - after school walking to our busses.
Our classes are pretty close together too, so most of the time, I meet up with him in the hallway and we walk together from Latin to third block, from lunch to fourth block, and from fourth block to our busses. We see each other most weekends too because of music. It just works out that way. But if I were just a vaguely interested bystander, I might very well think that we were going out. I don't think I want to know what DAVE thinks. I'd feel horrible if he developed a crush on me again. Blegh. Awkward situation. I need more friends.
I think the only notable thing that happenned today (besides the fact that our school is descending further into anarchy fire alarm wise - it got pulled once two days ago, twice yesterday, and twice today) was my "trumpet lesson." Mr. Thomas walked into the room, greeted me, looked slightly nervous for a while, said, "How 'bout the tuba?" and held his breath. "...I'll try it," I said.
He was pretty excited about this and said so. However, after I had played a few B flat scales, I said, "Mr. Thomas, I don't think I want to do this."
"Well, don't base it off of just this lesson - I mean, you'll get better -"
"No, it's not that, it's just that... I want to be able to play jazz. I mean, if we need low brass in the band, I'd be willing to go trombone, but... I don't think I want to play the tuba."
"...Yeah, alright." He sounded really disappointed. "I suppose - It would be great to have you playing trombone in jazz band. You really ought to be in jazz band, Aidan. Mr. Casto was actually really impressed with your audition."
"Really? But Mark Renaldi's better than me. He was in that ensemble..."
"Mark Renaldi's a good rock player, not a great jazz player. And... Well... He takes lessons from Mr. Casto - I honestly think that has something to do with it.... But yeah, that'll definately work. And you should play what you want to play."
I never picked up my trumpet. After my tuba lesson I just hung out with Mr. Thomas and Valerie and (kind of) did my math homework.
So I guess I'm going to take up trombone now. I just have to wait until Lydia graduates so that I can use hers. (It belongs to the school.) I guess I'll be taking Lydia's place: Only female in low brass. That'll be awesome. I guess my descision is pretty final now. I'm not going to play flute in marching band anymore. It makes me a little sad, actually.
I'm still screwed 20th century wise. It is Thursday. The ten page paper is due Monday. I have not started yet, nor do I even vaguely know what I am planning to say. I should probably get started on that.
...Yeah.
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