A SKA BAND!
That's right. There's going to be a battle of the bands at our school, and I am going to be in it, playing the best genre of music ever with Dave, Julian, Greg and Eric. (Well... maybe Eric.) And we are going to cover "I will survive." And it is going to be awesome. In case you can't tell, I am wicked excited.
Friday, they announced the battle of the bands and said that there were signups available. So yesterday when I was bored I called the people that Dave and I have half joked about the ska band with to see if they would actually be interested. I figured it was a long shot, but everyone said yes. Today we had practice. Despite the fact that Eric never showed up (I called him on his cell phone and he said "Ooh, I'm kind of busy. I might come later.") it went pretty well. I didn't even feel self concious singing. And Julian didn't seem to think that the part I wrote for him was overly simple. We also jammed to other stuff we've played together, and it was a good jam. Yay!
After we decided we were finished, Julian jokingly proposed that he and Dave take on Greg and I in basketball. (To review, Julian is about 6'4", Dave is about 6'2", I am about 5'8" and Greg is about 5'6".) We ended up going outside intending to do this and instead playing frisbee. So first of all, I suck pretty severly at frisbee and Dave and Greg suck moderately, which I expected because we're music geeks. But Julian is REALLY GOOD. It's really wierd, because he looks like one of those people who can barely walk around without either falling over or bumping into something. He always looks really uncomfortable and physically awkward, so I always figured he must have horrible coordination. But he doesn't. In fact, he has mad frisbee skills. I guess anyone looks physically awkward when they're that tall and that skinny. Aw. Poor Julian.
The other notable thing here is that I hit him in the head with the frisbee. It was one of those things that shouldn't have been funny at all, but was, in reality, hillarious. I was passing to Dave, and he walked in front of it and didn't see it coming at all, and it just smacked him in the head. My first reaction was to burst out laughing, but I only did that for a few seconds before I said "Oh my god, I'm so sorry. Are you okay?"
"Yeah... I'm not bleeding, am I?"
"No... you have a lump though... Oh man..." Throughout this, Dave and Greg were laughing in the background almost to the point of rolling on the ground. I couldn't help laughing a little too. "This shouldn't be funny," I said. "I'm sorry."
Periodically while things were getting quiet after that, Dave would say, "Hey Aidan, hit Julian in the head again," and we would both start laughing and I would appologize.
We arranged to have another practice tomorrow. I think if Eric says he can't come again, we're kicking him out, having Dave play the trumpet, and getting Tom for a bassist. (He does play, though I don't think he plays particularly well. Whatever. It's just bass.) I kind of got the impression that Eric wasn't serious about it when I called him, and he totally blew us off today.
Oh, and Friday I failed a math test. Really - I most likely litterally failed it. This sucks. I used to be one of the smartest kids in top level math, and now all of a sudden for no reason I'm one of the dumbest. I don't know what it is. It has to be that I'm just not trying hard enough, right? Because I can't all of a sudden just be bad at math. I'm GOOD at math. At least I thought so. But I just don't get the concepts anymore. God, it doesn't make any sense.
Anyway, grades close soon, and because of that test I think I might be getting a C+. My first ever. I guess I'll just have to start actually doing my homework to bring it up next term.
Two days until my therapy thing. Getting more and more apprehensive.
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