...And they really like me.
It's true. I've thought about it, and I think I just have some sort of quality that nerds find irrestisable, because everyone who's ever had a crush on me has been one. In turn, there is nothing that excites me more than the thought of making a quiet, uptight person have feelings he's not comfortable with. It all works out. Or at least, I hope it does.
Because I now think about Julian all the time. I dream about him every night. I constantly look foreward to the next moment I will see him, and know at any given time when that moment is. Physics has become the highlight of my day. Recently, we did a lab where we had to use wave tables. It was complex and took forever, but it was still fun, mostly because I got to spend a good three hours sitting at a wave table across from Julian, having an ongoing intellectual discussion with him about how to get the waves to come out right and how to measure the distance between the goddamn antinodal points, and trying to fix the oscillation generator whose goddamn wires kept coming out when the slightest tension was put on them. Having intellectual discussions with Julian is unreasonably entertaining. The wave table made it impossible to make eye contact - all I could see, looking under it, were the bottom edges of his glasses. But sometimes, when we were trying to get our goddamn measurements to come out straight, we would both be under the wave table at the same time drawing lines to explain things to each other, and I would get that urge to take off his glasses and lean in and kiss him. Which, of course, would be completely inappropriate and probably unwelcome, and besides that would cause Rogers to make fun of us for the entirety of the rest of our high school careers.
On a different note, Music in the Community is up and running for real again. This time though, Paul has decided to call it Tri-M, which I guess is an actual nationwide thing that colleges pay attention to. The thing is, Tri-M needs to be more organized than MIC was. There are real live applications and everything. Therefor, there are offices, and somehow...
I ended up as the vice president.
Please understand that Paul is really wierd. Oh God, he is so wierd. He constantly gives strange directions about things "we need to do" in complete monotone and using the word "thingy" so often that you don't know what he's talking about half the time. Then he yells at you when you do things wrong. He did this to me recently. There would be two introductory meetings for people who wanted to join Tri-M, he said. I should go to both, listening to his presentation at the first one so that I could duplicate it at the second one, which for some reason he could not attend.
So I show up at the band room on Tuesday. There are about forty people sitting around waiting for someone to explain what Tri-M is and how they are supposed to fill out their application forms. Then Paul comes in and says to me, "I can't make it to this one either, so you can run it."
"What?!" I said.
"Just make sure to give them the thingies." He walked out of the room.
I ran the goddamn meeting, with no idea what I was doing. I basically told them about MIC, assuming that Tri-M will be the exact same thing. I guessed about the application forms. When I showed up at the band room the next day, Paul told me that I had "made the organization look disorganized" and "Made the chorus people angry" because I "made it look like a band thing." I yelled at him. He yelled back. He finally said that it turned out he could stay that day, and that he would run the meeting. He freaked out because he couldn't find the application forms. I stormed upstairs to the physics lab, where Julian was waiting at the wave table because we still hadn't managed to make our measurements come out right. After about ten minutes, we decided that we were going to have to just fudge all the data. I remembered I had to call my mom. I was extremely stressed out.
"Hey. Um, It turns out I have to make up a lab today... Well, we didn't finish it in class... Yeah... Well I didn't know I was going to have to make up a lab either... I dunno, like three thirty?... Okay... Sorry... Bye."
I looked over at Julian. He was laughing without opening his mouth. "When you said you had to 'make up' a lab, is that what one calls dramatic irony?" I laughed way too hard. All the lights were off except for the one above our wave table, and I was acutely aware of the fact that we were alone.
That night when I was doing the lab, I called him to work something out. After we'd figured out what it was we'd done wrong, he said, "Alright, I have to locate a protractor." Pause. "Now I'd like to play something from my first album..."
What the hell?
Big band jazz was now playing on my phone. It went on for a few minutes. When he came back, I said, "...Did you just put me on hold?"
"Um,"
"With hold music?"
"Hold music? That was Charlie Parker!"
"I don't care, that's definately something you don't do unless you're tech support." He laughed. "Wow, you had a CD ready and everything. Do you do this often?"
"Actually, no. Maybe I should though."
You know, this doesn't suck nearly as much as you'd think it would. In fact, I'm really quite enjoying it.
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