For some reason I didn't feel like writing about my actual day yesterday, so I will now. I had to get to school at quarter of seven because the marching band was having a fundraiser breakfast. We played stuff in the foyer of our school and tried to sell food and superbowl stuff. I was one of the first people there, and of course, Adam was too. Our mothers are both psycho band parents. But he deliberately avoided looking at me, and when I walked up to where he was standing with some drummers, (always early to everything, because they're a cult.) he walked away. Eventually I hung out with Dave, but I couldn't seem to manage hanging out with Dave and Adam at the same time, which is what we did all band season. Apparantly, the fundraiser went pretty horribly. The band groupies all bought stuff, (Jenn, Sam, Molly, Tom,) but I don't think anyone else really did. We also never practiced for this, so everyone forgot the music.
I've mentioned the problem of band practice to my mom a few times, and she's asked whether Greg and Dave know that Adam and I broke up. I assumed they did. But just in case, I brought it up with Dave in Latin, and it turns out he didn't.
"Do you see Adam during the day?" I said.
"Yeah."
"Can you ask him about practice Monday? Because every time he sees me he runs and hides."
"Yeah, that's wierd."
"Well, you know we broke up, right?"
"NO! Dude, I'm not socially intelligent at all. You have to spell these things out for me. Wow. Band practice is going to be REALLY AWKWARD."
"Well, it weird - he broke up with me, and I'm okay with it, but now every time he sees me he litterally runs away. Like, he hasn't been hanging out in front of Greg's locker in the morning. And I saw his stuff at third lunch, but then he just wasn't there."
"Yeah!" he said. "That was really wierd! I talked to him about how we had the same lunch, and we saw each other at the beginning of it, and then he was just GONE."
I raised my eyebrows. "Yeah. It was because he saw my stuff there."
He grinned. "Just to make band practice even more awkward, you should like, pretend to be really mad at him."
I made a kind of "this whole thing is exasperatingly silly" face and said, "I don't know what his problem is that he doesn't want to hang out with me anymore. Like, can YOU tell him that I'm ok with it? Because he doesn't seem to believe me."
"I'll try," he said.
First lunch today sucked almost as much as third lunch yesterday. But at least there was room at the table and it was clean, so in the future I can do my homework if I want to. 20th century is really interesting. And gym might not suck as much as it has in the past.
I have homework this weekend. A significant amount. But I don't feel like doing it, so I'm putting it off by doing things like this.
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