Things have been going well for me lately. Very well. First of all, I got the opputurnity to party fairly hardy a couple of times during finals. This is mostly because it has hit me that...
I have friends with cars!
Friday after school, Tom drove Dave, Molly and me around town, and we just had fun doing nothing in particular. It was amazing. Tuesday none of us had school, (exam make up day) so we went out to breakfast and then saw a movie (the most R rated movie in existance, I think: Pulp Fiction.) We did random, spur-of-the-moment things - like we decided to pick up Dave at the last minute, and showed up at his house and threw snowballs at his window. It was just so spontanous, and I felt so free. It's amazing how much of a difference a car makes. I was so comfortable socializing with people too. It made me feel like I was making shit up the other day when I told my therapist that I'm socially awkward, afraid to get too close to people, and just want to be alone most of the time. (I dunno, maybe I am making shit up. But I do feel like that sometimes...)
My parents didn't even have to deliberate about any of this. After I told them that I had my cell phone on me and that Tom was a good driver (ha) they were fine with it. Even after they got mad at me for not calling to say I was going to Molly's after breakfast, the "family discussion" was just like, "You should have called."
"Yeah, I know, I forgot, sorry."
"Um... You still should have called."
"Yeah, I aknowledge that. Sorry, it was stupid."
"Alright well... Here's how we were worried and inconvenienced by the fact that you didn't call."
It only lasted about ten minutes and didn't end with me in tears, so as family discussions go, it was surprisingly good.
Second of all, we might be moving! Staying in town, just moving to a bigger place. This is pretty much the best thing ever. It's still only a maybe, and it might be a while, since we have to get a certain price for this place. Still, although the chances are probably less than fifty percent, it's a definate possibility that by the time I start senior year we will be living in a nice, not-falling-apart townhouse with two floors and a room for the computer and two bathrooms and a yard and a patio, where I will actually not mind being so much. I would actually have someplace to go if I had friends over. I kind of don't want to get my hopes up, but... It would be pretty awesome.
Third of all, today was the first day of the new semester. This means only half as much bio (YAY!) with health on alternating days, new people in my lunch, Physics replaced by Precalc and Brit Lit replaced by French.
My new classes seem like they're going to be fairly awesome, or at least a lot better than I expected. So first of all, the precalc teacher, Mr. Hoffman, if freaking hillarious. I think precalc is going to be a good class, and not all serious like last year's math was, even though it's enriched. We didn't even do math today. We played four truths and a lie. Mine were,
I've been to Canada I've been to France I've been to band camp I play the trombone I am an only child
(After Mr. Hoffman read "I've been to band camp," several people shouted, "Aidan! It's Aidan!")
Second of all, Madame Belakanovski doesn't hate my guts anymore. In fact, I think she might love my guts. (Which is why I am no longer referring to her as Crazy Russian School Marm.) As soon as I walked into the room, she got this pleasantly surprised look on her face and said in that high pitched, slightly-silly-foreign-great-aunt-fussing-over-you type voice, "Aidan! Bonjour! T'es trop grand! Et trop intelligent! Tu as fais tres bien dans le Grand Concours, ah?"
Not having expected to be hit in the face with this much French as soon as I walked into the classroom, I just kind of said, "Oh. Yeah." (The "Grand Concours" is that French contest I scored nationally in last year. She brought it up a few times during the class as she walked around, kind of saying anything in French she could think of so that we would be "immersed." I would just periodically hear her say "blah blah blah Grand Concours blah blah blah.")
"Et Julian a fait tres bien dans le Grand Concours aussi, ah?"
"Oh. Uh..." He blushed.
Yeah, Julian's in my class. All I can say about the Julian situation at this point is that if I don't qualify as his girlfriend soon, I will qualify as his stalker. Officially. I stare at him way too much, and I go looking for him way too much. I am completely and totally infatuated with him. Seriously, I need to think about other things. I need to find some way to convince myself that there is at least something about him that is not absolutely wonderful. But... I can't find anything. This is worse than Adam. And I didn't think anything could be worse than Adam.
So basically, I spent the whole class floating in some sort of stupifying, narcotic infatuation hormone. I did manage to raise my hand way too much and speak way too much French though. I should really stop, or everybody else is going to think I'm a stuck up suck up. Or... maybe I am and I just need to repress it.
We also read this really sketchy poem. It went something like:
I went to the bird shop and bought some birds For you, my love I went to the flower shop and bought some flowers For you, my love I went to the metal-things shop (yes, there's one word for that) and bought some chains Big, heavy chains For you, my love I went to the slave shop, and I looked for you But I couldn't find you, my love.
Seriously, not making that up. I... really hope there's some deeper meaning to it that I'm not getting.
Me: Do think there are really bird shops? Julian: Um, that wasn't the part of the poem that concerned me.
Downside to the new semester: Not a lot of good friends in my lunch. Today I sat with a bunch of band geeks, and they welcomed me and were friendly to me and everything, but I didn't really end up having a conversation with anyone and I left early. I guess Dave's going to be in my lunch - he was absent today. Still, it was kind of awkward, and I liked my old lunch.
But overall, this is looking like it's going to be a good semester.
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