So today's my birthday. It has been a fairly good birthday, as birthdays go. I got an A on a bio quiz (my first A in the class since September, I think). My whole Odyssey class sang Happy Birthday to me after someone who I only vaguely know raised her hand in the middle of a heated discussion and said, "It's Aidan's birthday." (Our school announces birthdays during the morning announcements.) Molly made me a cake and brought it to lunch, where Julian got everyone to sing Happy Birthday to me again. (Although about halfway through, it turned into Eric and Dave just singing random high notes.) It was a good lunch socially. It was taco day. And my parents were nice to me, and I also got to go to Matt's house and have band practice, which is actually one of the best ways I could have thought of to spend an afternoon. (Is that pathetic, or is it cool and musician-y? Eh, I don't care.) I am seriously considering just blowing off my Brit Lit homework. Because it is my birthday, damnit.
Anyway, band practice was for the Tri-M thing, which got postponed until this Friday. We have practiced exactly twice since I've gotten better, and we only really figured out what we're doing at this last practice. It is pretty hard to come up with half an hour or so of jazz songs (and not have them sound the same) when you only have one horn. I mean, Julian's good at improvising and all, but even he can only do it for so long before it gets really boring and the song just has to end. We asked Mike to do it, but he some obligation with a more important, actually organized group that didn't schedual their performance at the last minute. And Paul expects a lot of music. "As much as humanly possible," is the way I think he put it one time. So... This should be interesting.
Exactly a week after the Tri-M performance is the talent show. I am significantly less worried about this. In fact, I am pretty excited, since we got Rob and Noah to be in our band for it. Dave's going to play trombone. Looking at this band, I'm not quite sure how I pulled it off. I mean, if we were to rank everybody on the intrument they're playing, compared to everybody else in the school, it would probably go something like:
Rob: 1 Noah: 1 Julian: 2 or 3 Dave: 1 (out of five, but whatever.) Me: ...8? 9?
Basically, I can think of several people off the top of my head who would make a much bigger contribution to this band as a guitarist than I would. And the other people in this band can afford to be choosy. So... They all either really like me as a person, or I really lucked out and I should just shut up. Or maybe both.
I am getting to the point where I am starting to slightly seriously consider asking Julian out. Only slightly. You know - It's still half complete daydream and at this point I definately would not do it, but it is on its way to becoming a serious possibility. You know what the wierd thing is? I'm not even worrying about it that much. I'm pretty sure that when and if I do it, it will kind of be a "what the hell, I might as well go for it" deal, rather than something carefully planned out and fretted over like the asking-out-Adam ordeal was. I am bringing this up because I feel like things went well with him socially today. I dunno, maybe everyone was just being nicer to me than usual because it was my birthday. But today I was just noticing things like the fact that he laughs at things I say even if they're not that funny. And the little physics-related inside jokes that make us exchange glances after Rogers says certain things. We had some rather excellent call and response improv going during band practice. We did it during almost every song, and it sounded good, and it felt good. We weren't just taking turns playing, we were really interacting, and building off of each other to make something... I can't find an adjective. Oh man, I love jazz.
And at the end of practice, he played me Happy Birthday.
(Then my mom drove him home, which was pretty terribly embarrassing.)
I have realized that my mother is the reason I am complainy. It bothers me when she complains about everything, so I should probably stop doing it all the time too. I especially hate it when she complains about dumb people in the service sector. Mom, the girl's like seventeen, she's in training, and normal people don't pronounce "croissant" the French way, complete with a heavy French accent. She doesn't know what the hell a "Kwassah" is. Give her a break. And cashiers can't magically fix cash registers whenever they are malfunctioning. It is not the cashier's fault. And it is not a huge injustice that you have to spend an extra five minutes in the grocery store.
Ok, well... I have to do homework now. It's like, pretty late. Crap.
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