I didn't go home yesterday. I hung around after school until jazz band, and then I hung around after that until the basketball game, where I played in the pep band. So I got home around ten. Several people noticed me hanging around the band room for inordinate amounts of time. Mr. Casto suggested that I could probably get my own office in the Williams center, like Mr. Thomas and Pete the techie. "And you could have like, office hours, you know, and there would be a little sign that would say, 'Aidan is in' or like, 'Aidan is in math class, come back later.'"
"...Or maybe just like, a bed, and a refrigerator," I said.
As depressing as this is in some ways, yesterday was still a very good day. Jazz band was fun, and the game was fun, and visiting Mr. Wells with Julian was fun (although the conversation was entirely in French and disappointingly short) and not going to philosophy club was fun. Or at least a lot more fun than going to philosophy club would have been. After I saw that Adam was there, I talked to Tom for a few minutes and left. I have to listen to him B. S. enough as it is.
After I did some homework in the hallway outside the band room, I wandered the halls and ran into Julian, also wandering the halls. "You didn't go to philosophy club," he stated.
I was going to insult Adam but then remembered that A, he seems to like Adam, and B, any time I personally mention Adam, he laughs. (Remember this?) So I just said, "No, I didn't. I decided to wander the halls indecisively. What did you talk about?"
"Moral absolutes. And... Fire ants."
We then walked side by side through the hallways down to the band room, occasionally talking about music type things and French type things. Most of the time, though, there was silence. I can't figure out whether or not it was an awkward silence. I also can't figure out whether an awkward silence would be a good sign or a bad sign. When we got down to the Williams center, we sat in the hallway outside the band room and I took a very long time to finish the last bits of my homework while I listened to him laugh at whatever he was reading and blare beebop through his headphones, such that he couldn't hear me every time I asked him what he was laughing at.
(At this point I would just like to do my token complaining about how I am pathetic and this is stupid and extremely painful and how I don't know what to do because I don't think it's going anywhere.)
Anyway, at the basketball game, I did not watch any basketball. Nor did I play much trombone, really. (We only got the oppurtunity to play four times.) I just talked to Dave for the whole game. Occasionally Noah and Tuba Kid would enter into the conversation, but mostly it was just the two of us. It was a lot of fun, really. At the end of them game (at which point I didn't even know whether or not we were winning) Jason said to us, "Hey! Stop flirting and get out the fight song." We both shut up and got out the fight song. Nobody yelled at him. I probably should have.
In Odyssey, Adam said to me, "Did you hang around the school like, all day yesterday?"
"Yeah, pretty much. Wait, when did you see me after school?"
"Well, you poked your head into philosophy club and then didn't go, and then I saw you walking through the hallways after philosophy club."
I heard the unspoken "with Julian" on the end.
"Yeah, I decided... not to go to philosophy club. Although Julian told me you guys talked about fire ants."
(Yes, I hang out with him, and I'll come out and say it. Poo poo to you.)
He then recounted the conversation that they'd had in philosophy club. Apparantly, fire ant shooting ray guns were used in some sort of analogy having to do with moral absolutes.
I snapped my fingers in an "aw shucks" sort of way. "I guess I really missed out," I said. He laughed good naturedly.
Saturday, the jazz band is going into the city to perform in a music festival. There are going to be all these other concerts going on at the same time in different places all day, and for several hours after we play we get to wander around and see them. It sounds like it is going to be a pretty awesome time. I just hope we don't embarrass ourselves - most of the other highschool bands are pretty insane and have been practicing since September. There is this one band that has gotten first place in three different divisions (big band, combo and vocal) for like seven years in a row. Mr. Casto described it as being "An entire band of Jays."
Also, I think I am just going to start calling Donna Molly. (I might even go back and change it in the old entries some day when I am feeling particularly obsessive.) I suppose I'll have to come up with a new name for Molly then... eh whatever, she doesn't come up that much.
Now that I mention her, I hope she's okay. She's been absent for like, the last three days and no one's heard from her. Hm...
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