Jay's rock opera was pretty sweet, even though it was kind of short and had no plot at all. (Hey, it's a rock opera. What are you gonna do?) I hung out with Molly and Tom through most of it. We leaned against some audio equiptment on the floor, made inappropriate jokes, ate wintergreen lifesavers, and generally had a good time. It was even quiet enough so that we could hear each other talking if we leaned in enough. Tom is a good guy. I should hang out with him more often. He gave us both hugs when he left, which, I realized later, was slightly wierd since we are both technically his ex-girlfriends.
I got to talk to Eric a little too, but not much because he was working. (He was selling official soundtracks, and saying to groups of people coming in, "remember, if you only buy one of these between you and burn seven copies, you are all bad, evil people.") During intermission, Tom said, "Let's go visit Julian," so we did. We talked a little. He offered to lend me money for a CD so that I wouldn't just have Dave burn me one and be a bad, evil person. Then at the very end they smashed a guitar, so I found him again and made fun of him because he hates seeing musical instruments hurt.
"So, how much did you cringe when they smashed that guitar?"
"That was a real guitar?" cringe
When he walked away, Molly said, "He's so awkward. I love it."
Today at lunch I arranged to have a trombone lesson after school. I got wicked excited. I hung around in the band room for a while and talked to Noah, the new drumline captain. After forty five minutes, I started getting nervous that Mr. Thomas wasn't going to show up. After an hour, I decided that he wasn't going to show up, got relatively angry, walked over to Lydia's old trombone, and said, "Noah, I'm commandeering this trombone."
"Ok."
So I took it. I guess I'm going to try to figure it out for myself, or perhaps have Dave teach me a few things. (He'll be glad to if it'll increase my chances of joining low brass.) I'm pretty pissed, though, that Mr. Thomas didn't show up after specifically arranging the time and location with me that afternoon. I mean, granted, the lessons are free. But still, it's a courtesy thing. And this is the fourth time he's done it.
I'm starting to think that if I don't play trombone in marching band, I won't get to play trombone at all. At least, that's how Mr. Thomas made it seem when I talked to him at lunch.
Anyway, in addition to Lydia's old trombone, I also get: - All of Lydia's old jazz band music - Lydia's old set book - A UMass key chain - The bottom half of a plunger - A deck of cards - A cribbage board - A pack of kleenex - Valve oil, and - Several reciepts.
Hm. Maybe I should return some of Lydia's stuff. Well, she won't be needing the plunger anymore.
I guess Molly's learning to play mellophone. That's wierd. I was kind of hoping she'd do colorguard, but I suppose she can do whatever she wants.
Tomorrow's our last day before exams. In fact, my health exam is tomorrow. Hm. I should probably study for math and Latin. Like, especially since the math final is worth a fifth of our grade, and I don't know any Latin anymore. Anyway, I walked around the building with Steph one last time in gym today. I think I'm going to miss Steph. I mean, she'll still be around next year, but I probably won't get to hang out with her. That's the thing about people you only know because of one class. Sigh. Oh well.
[ ] Job [ ] Car [x] Trombone
You'd better believe it.
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