Well, 2005 is officially over. To review, here's what happened:
Started an online diary, got dumped, got a real band, went to France, got depressed, aquired serious love interest #3.5, started playing trombone, had the most boring summer ever, got my license, became one of the cool bandies, proved that I am a real guitarist, had a nervous breakdown, got mono.
Not the best year of my life, but not the worst one either. It was certainly interesting. I spent New Year's Eve by myself doing nothing. I had a music binge thanks to my $60 credit to the iTunes store. (In the past twenty-four hours I've bought four full albums - Janis Joplin, The Flaming Lips, Mirah and Cake) Then I talked to Eric online. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Hey.
Him: Hey monohead.
Him: (That's your new name.)
Me: What's up?
Him: not much
Him: going into the city tonight for new year's
Me: That's cool.
Him: You doing anything?
Me: Pf. No.
Me: sitting around being bored and doing homework.
Him: Psh. Loser.
Him: You should go to the city
Him: or to a party
Him: or to a party in the city
Me: Yes
Me: Yes Eric, good idea
Me: I will take my no car
Me: and my no money
Me: and my mono
Me: and go into the city
Me: and my parents would totally be okay with it
Me: and I would totally know what to do with myself once I got there.
Me: or I could do physics worksheets
Me: I think I'll do the physics worksheets
Him: That's sad
Him: Don't you have like, friends?
Me: Yeah, they're just antisocial.
Him: Ah, Molly.
Him: I love Molly.
Me: She's somewhere having fun, actually.
Him: !
Me: Well, I don't actually know that she's having fun...
Him: Ah, just as I suspected
Him: She is just somewhere
Him: She is not necessarily having fun.
Me: Well yes Eric, but you see, she's one of those people who actually likes her family.
Pause, as if this never would have occoured to him.
Him: Oh.
Him:Those people.
Pause.
Him: Anyway, as far as I'm concerned, this whole home on New Year's eve thing is your own fault Aidan.
Him: I mean, I have a car and money because I'm a contributing member of society with a job
Me: ...and because your dad had a car he didn't want anymore.
Him: And my mom lets me do stuff because I'm such a good kid
Me: Eric, that statement makes me want to punch you in the face.
Him: And I have my health because I don't make out with Dave.
Me: ...Woooaaaahhhh.
Him: Okay, I retract that last statement.
Me: You better.
Me: That doesn't even make sense
Me: If anything, this is just hard evidence that I don't make out with Dave
Me: As he does not have mono.
Him: Either that, or he uses protection
Him: ...Makeout protection
Pause.
Me: I'm... trying not to think about what that would be.
Him: You know, like a makeout condom
Me: That... wouldn't... work...
Him: Or like, a sponge
Me: Please stop.
Then he talked about how excited he is that I'm going to see him be the school mascot now that I'm well enough to be in the basketball pep band. Personally, I think it is hillarious that Eric, of all people, is the school mascot, and even more hillarious that he takes it very seriously.
I would tell you about exciting things that have happened to me over the vacation, but those things don't exist. (Hence the whole looking foreward to picking up my physics homework way too much thing.) I have seriously been spending entire days doing nothing but eating and listening to music.
I kind of miss school. By Tuesday it will have been almost three weeks since I've been. I'm also kind of screwed. Hm. I should probably read Frankenstein.
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