I didn't do much yesterday. I talked online to Dave on and off for several hours while I made CDs for my French girl. He actually sent me links to this really cool band - Dealership. I think he might want to imitate their style. Check it out. My favorite is "Green."
Anyway, he was suggesting new band names because he hates Ironic Twist. After he suggested one I said "I doubt Adam will go for it." Then a little later he said "Adam didn't go for it." Then the following conversation took place: Me: Oh, is he online? Him: ...yes. Him: he blocked you? Me: apparantly. Him: well now we KNOW he's avoiding you. Him: fo' sho. Me: Well, I know why now. Me: He has a girlfriend. Him: the plot thickens. Him: anyone I know? Me: I doubt it. Me: She's a junior.
There was a long pause. Then he typed in "[insert desired response here.]" Suddenly, I felt very guilty.
Me: I'm sorry Me: I don't mean to put you in an awkward situation. Him: whatever. Him: I should really go do homework now. Me: yeah, me too. Him: bye. Me: bye.
I shouldn't have told him. I never should have put him in the middle of this in the first place. He doesn't deserve this. He didn't do anything. Why should his life get more complicated? As for the blocking thing, at first I was mad about it. I figured he must have been lying when he said he wanted us to be on good terms. Then I thought, "Good. I don't want to talk to him either." which was pretty immature of me. But now I realize that he's planning on doing the same thing that I'm going to end up doing: being diplomatic. He's going to remain on good terms with me not because he wants to, but because it's nessescary. And I'm pretty sure that works well for me too.
Today went about the way I expected it to. I did not get a carnation, not even from Emma or Helen. (Helen did give me a hand-made valentine, but everybody in my first block class didn't get to see that.) And Ivy did. Two actually - one from Valerie (band geek. Technically my section leader, but a useless one) and one from Eric. Eric was giving them to everyone. He gave me one last year. I think he was just handing them out to people he saw, and he just never got a chance to give me one.
Adam actually sat next to me on the bus this morning, even though he blocked me online. (This goes along with the being diplomatic thing.) I noticed he had a different instrument case and said "Did you get a new clarinet?" "No. I'm working on it," he said, and then opened the case. It was an oboe. "Oh," I said. "It's an oboe." "I know." Then I put my headphones back on and we spent the rest of the busride in silence. He wore a hot pink bandana today. He's joked before about how he has it, but the only day society's rules will allow him to wear it is on Valentine's day. Part of me felt like telling him he looked like an idiot. But I didn't.
When I got off the bus in the afternoon I met up with my neighbor Amy. She is a year younger than me and pretty immature, but we are pretty close just because we have lived next to each other for so long. When we got off, she immediately said "I never see you anymore! You never take the bus!" I told her that this was because I kept needing to take my guitar to school, and asked her if she went to the talent show. "No," she said. "I couldn't." "Oh," I said. "It was pretty great, because I was awsome and Adam sucked." She laughed. I had not exactly intended to say this. It just came out. (Often, things come out around Amy that don't around other people.) But it is true. My parents have been telling it to me all weekend. "He held the longest note today in band," she stated. "Yeah, well, he's better at clarinet than he is at guitar." "Oboe," she corrected. "Oh, no wonder. Oboe takes like, no air." Then we talked about how Valentine's day is a conspiracy on the part of the greeting card companies. It was good to be able to talk to Amy, because as she observed, I haven't in a while.
Oh, I met my roommate today. Definately not Adam's girlfriend. Sorry for the false alarm. I guess I just didn't get a good enough look at her. By the way, my parents are still obsessing about France. In all honesty, I'm beginning to a little too.
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