Today was not a bad day. It turns out taking my guitar on the bus works fine, which is good becuase I hate having my mom drive me. I didn't make an idiot of myself in math or Latin (well, in Latin he did yell at us because we were talking.) and gym actually wasn't bad. All we do is work out on machines. I think this is going to work out well, because what I've always hated about gym was the coordination and teamwork, and working out on machines doesn't involve either.
Latin is pretty awsome socially. I can pretty much get away with talking to Dave, Molly, and this kid named Kevin for the whole class. The only time he's ever yelled at us is today, and after that we went right back to talking without any problem. I like Kevin. Molly and Dave seem to know him pretty well, and even though I'd really never met him before this class, he treats me as though he knows me too. He just seems very nice and open. Also, interesting side fact - I originally knew him only by name, and as "that kid that Molly has a hopeless unrequited crush on." I don't know if she still does. I can see it. He has nice eyes. He's blond though. For some reason, I just don't find blond guys attractive at all. Anyway, it makes Latin this year almost as good as Latin last year, and the "almost" is only because last year we had an awesome Latin teacher and this year we have a kind of sketchy Latin teacher.
After school we had bridge practice again. Dave couldn't make it because "he had to sleep."
"If I don't go to bed early, I won't be able to function tomorrow morning."
"If you don't go to bed at FOUR?" I said. Kevin laughed.
"Yeah, seriously, that's what I'm going to do. I'm going to go to bed as soon as I get home. Then I'm going to wake up, eat dinner, go to my bass lesson, and go back to bed."
"Well can't you sleep in your third block class or something?"
"No man, I have BAND."
Anyway, Rob showed up at practice for the first time. He's like, THE bass player at the school - an extremely talented musician - so even though he was acting wierd and kept asking if he could go to work so he could eat something (I swear, Rob lives at work and in the band room. He only goes home to sleep, if that.) he pulled the group together well and it was totally worth having him there. I felt a little inferior, but I got over it and we jammed. We're still not that prepared, but it'll be okay. We're all good musicians. As Rob said, "Preperation is the key to sucking." At the end of practice we decided we should try to find a techie so we could get mikes set up.
"Ooh," said Julian, "What if we find... ADAM?" he widened his eyes and wiggled his fingers around again.
"Then we find Adam."
He laughed. "See, he's not the only one who's immature." We walked down to the set shop.
"Damnit," I said. "No techies."
"Well, we could always call... ADAM." He laughed. "Hm... eventually this is going to get tiring."
"I already find it tiring. We're just going to have to ask Pete." The conversation with Pete was awkward, and he basically told us we're going to have to fend for ourselves. We also locked ourselves out of the band room. My mom ended up showing up and acting all mother-y towards Greg, (he had his jacket over his snare drum instead of around his body, even though it was snowing) which was embarrassing. I haven't done any homework yet, as usual. Blegh.
Ooh, I got another email from my French girl today. I am actually starting to get excited about this. It still bothers me how my parents are obsessing over it though.
Rob's done the bridge thing before, and he says we have to be at school at six thirty to start playing at seven. And Rob's never early for anything. He was like "Yeah, I've tried cutting it close before, and believe me, it just doesn't work." I'm going to have to get up at like, five thirty. And I have the talent show at night until late. That's not going to be fun.
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