I have a relatively light homework load tonight (keep in mind that this isn't saying much) so I'm procrastinating. Even besides homework, there are a lot of things I should be doing which are a lot more productive than this. Like maybe practicing guitar, which I haven't done in fully a month. (Oh my God, I feel terrible.) I suppose I practiced trombone today. I am getting reasonably good. I suppose that happens when you play for several hours almost every day. I still can't read music very well, but I can already pick things out better than Dave, and my range is almost the same size as his. Yesterday after practice I figured out the tune to "Barabara Ann" on the spot while Dave, Molly and Tuba Kid played the chord underneath it. It was pretty frickin' awesome. Or at least, we did a lot better than we do trying to sing it.
Besides that whole ridiculous work load thing, school is going pretty well. Actually, it's going very well. All of my classes are actually worthwhile. That's never happened to me before. Things aren't bad socially either. I have lunch with my friends and know people in all of my classes. I admit that I look forward to physics every day. Every day, Julian manages to get in at least one under-his-breath comment that makes me laugh. Like so:
Rogers: ...Perhaps Snell was sitting in a swimming pool and noticed that his feet suddenly looked distorted. Or perhaps he tried spearfishing, and noticed that every time he tried to hit the fish, he couldnt do it... Why couldn't Snell hit the fish?
Julian: Um, because he's a scientist...
Me: snigger
Rogers: Julian?
Julian: Uh - Because refraction made the fish look like they were somewhere they weren't.
Rogers: Correct. So Snell decided to figure out the law that governed this...
Julian: laughs "Damnit, I can't hit the fish! This must be some sort of mathmatical problem..."
Today instead of Brit Lit, we had a class meeting, which consisted of a ten minute speech from our principal about how great we are, and then a half hour speech from a salesman about class rings. The salesman mostly talked about how class rings are extremely important and embody all of your achievements and memories in highschool. He had a power point presentation complete with several video clips.
"You know who would make a good spokesman for this company?" Julian whispered to me about halfway through the salesman's presentation.
"Who?" I said.
"Gollum."
Molly, Dave, Julian, Eric and I all decided that class rings are hideous, overrated and overpriced. However, we still had fun looking through the catelouges and finding all of the wierd obscure interests you can have put on the side. (My favorites: livestock management and frisbee golf)
And Amy is moving. Aw man. My only remaining neighbor is moving. In fact, she's already gone. She took our bus this morning, and this afternoon took a different bus to her new house. This happens with all my nieghbors. There used to be five of us that were pretty close, and they all left. I hate how happy they always are about it. I mean, I don't blame them. I'd be happy too. But I'm always sad that they're leaving me here. Now they're all gone. No more nieghbor kids. Just me. Alone in this God-forsaken wasteland of an apartment complex until college. She still lives in town. I suppose I'll still see her. But it won't be the same.
"Goodbye... forever," I said to her this afternoon when she told me she was taking the different bus. I'm not sure to what degree I was kidding.
Know what's satisfying? How almost everyone I know thinks that Adam is as much of an immature pompous ass as I do. In Odyssey, everyone rolls their eyes when he raises his hand now.
Ooh, we might be getting the band back together for the talent show and/or an MIC public benefit concert which will probably happen eventually. Of course, we don't know when the talent show is. Or who "the band" is, exactly, besides me, Dave, Greg and Julian. (That's a given.) We're thinking along the lines of Mike the Nerdy Sophomore, but we're not sure. Hm.
"It seems to me like you guys keep forming the same band over and over again, occasionally rotating certain people," said my dad when I mentioned it at dinner.
No, really? You really think so?
Sorry for the disorganized entry. Now... On to Beowulf.
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