Well, first of all, no more mono! I went to to the doctor today. Throat's normal, glands are normal, I've gained back the weight I lost while I was sick (mmm, belated Christmas cookies) and I don't even feel tired anymore. Furthermore, that pamphlet in the hospital lied. According to my doctor, I stop being contagious whenever I feel better. Which is... now. Dirty, lying pamphlet.
Second of all, I've been sitting around doing nothing for quite some time, and as a result of this, the obsession is getting WAY out of hand. Also, I get more awkward every day. I shall now tell you a story about how pathetic I am. Julian picked up all the stuff I missed in physics, and emailed me and said that he could drop it off sometime, or I could come pick it up. After I recieved this email, I began calling his house at least twice a day for a few days. No one was ever home, and they have no answering machine. So I sent him an email telling him to call me and continued calling him. Every day I would think "Maybe today will be less boring than the past [2,3,4,5] days. Maybe today Julian will call, and I will get to take the car and drive to his house and look at him for a second and talk to him for a second and give him his CD. Yeah, that would make for a good day."
Oh yeah, I made him a CD. Sometime last week (probably while I had a raging fever) I decided that this would be a good idea. I also decided to take on a challenge and not to put any jazz on it. (That would be boring, wouldn't it? Besides, he probably already has everything I have, I reasoned.) I spent several of my lying-on-the-couch-not-moving days putting together The Mother of All Rock Playlists For People Who Don't Like Rock Music. I revised it a good four times, making sure that everything on it was awesome and nothing on it was musically offensive or socially awkward. I burned it onto the least silly blank CD I could find (my mother really likes silly blank CDs) and carefully tried to make it look like I didn't try too hard. If I do say so myself, it was a pretty kickass mixed CD.
So anyway, he finally called on Thursday. Conversation was quite awkward and contained the following exchange:
Me: Ok, let me just check. Hey mom, can I take the car and go to Julian's and pick up physics worksheets? Mom: ...Do you know how to get there?
Pause.
Me: Um... That's what mapquest is for? Julian: (laughs) You don't know how to get to my house? Your parents have given me a ride at least twenty times.
So my mom drove me over. As for the actual picking up of the worksheets...
- I don't have any mental image of him when he was at the door, which leads me to believe that I did not actually look him in the face
- I don't have any recollection of anything I said, which leads me to believe it could have been extremely stupid and/or random and mumbly
- The only thing I remember him saying is, "Some of the worksheets say 'don't write on this' so... Don't write on those."
- He gave me back the CD of potential jazz Christmas songs I burned for him a while ago. Which made me remember that he doesn't like stealing music. Which leads me to believe that he might not want my kickass mixed CD, and that it is entirely possible that he will listen to it and give it back to me.
All in all, disappointing experience. I could have at least gotten one good look at him. Maybe I forgot how tall he is and just looked straight ahead. Because I do remember that the only thing on his t-shirt was some large number, and I wondered what that was all about.*
After my lack of seeing him and lack of having a conversation with him, I sat around at home for a while beating myself up for being pathetic and awkward. Then I sat around and missed him, and then I beat myself up some more for being pathetic. Then I did some physics worksheets, and that was okay, I guess.
When I picked up my jazz band music from Dave at the beginning of the week, things weren't nearly as awkward. I even hung around for a few minutes and talked to his mom and petted his dog. And his CD was much less challenging and nearly, if not equally, as awesome. And all I had to do to contact him was go on fricking line.
I seem to enjoy difficult, awkward situations over ones that make sense.
And my mom knows now. She started talking about prom, and who out of my friends I could potentially get to go with me to prom. And I kind of said, "Um, mom, it's not quite as simple as that," and she wouldn't leave me alone until I told her what I meant. And that just made it even more awkward when I asked the doctor how long the mono's contagious for.
Sigh.
I think this calls for eating some more cookies.
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