I'm tired and I should be doing more productive things. I think this calls for a list.
- Halloween is officially my favorite holiday. I didn't even dress up. I just like how chaotic and wierd things are when everybody else dresses up. Notable costumes included the goth dressed as a bunny rabbit, the Jewish girl dressed as a Christmas tree, and Adam, Kevin, and Matt the overly jovial bass drummer, who all shaved their heads, painted themselves blue, wore all black, and didn't talk. That's right, Adam has no hair. This is good for me, since that little voice in my head that still tells me to stare at him sometimes will have no longer have a reason for existance. It'll go like this:
Little voice: Remember when you used to make out with that kid? Why don't you stare at him?
Me: What, the annoying bald kid?
Little voice: Oh yeah. Never mind. He's gross.
Adam not talking for an entire day is also a plus.
- Got the new guitar. It is a Gibson Epiphone. Used. Stained red-black. Freaking beautiful. Doesn't sound like crap. Yay!
- Alicia walked up to us in the middle of lunch, crouched down behind me and Molly, and whispered to me, "Is that Julian?"
"Yes. Go away," I whispered.
Dave and Julian, sitting on the other side of the table, started making fun of us by saying "whisper whisper whisper" and throwing in our names. As we were walking up to class, Molly said, "You know who is not a subtle person? Alicia."
"Yeah," I said.
"What do you mean?" said Dave.
"Well, when she was whispering to us, she said, 'Is that Julian?'"
"I wanted to say, 'No, he's the other tall skinny awkward kid we eat lunch with,'" said Molly.
"Know what was even better than that?" said Dave. "How when I said, 'whisper whisper Aidan whisper' to Julian, you looked horrified."
"I did not look horrified!"
"Yeah you totally did."
There was a pause.
"I don't think you looked horrified," said Molly. "I think that's just Dave trying to make you feel uncomfortable."
This is totally not going to stay on the bus.
- This schedual is still virtually impossible.
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