Shit I'm tired.
Last night I stayed up until about half past one. I kept thinking, "you're so screwed," because I had to be in the band room by six thirty this morning. But as it turns out, I was up at quarter of six without an alarm. I wasn't at all tired either. Wierd.
We did two ceremonies and two parades today. The day was extremely long. Most of it was pretty tedious. I got really tired and sweaty. Yet it was a pretty good time. That's the marching band mentality for you: As long as you are bored, tired and sweaty along with your friends, it can be called a good social experience. I hung out with (of course) Eric and Dave, but also Alice, Natalie, Cassandra and Rob. I have not talked to Cassandra in a long time. In fact, I think I've only mentioned her once. The thing about her is that she only hangs out with bandies and goths. I don't like hanging out with goths, so I'm only really friends with her during band season.
Franchesca showed up at one of the ceremonies, but Adam was ignoring her, so it was all good. Turns out Franchesca has a pretty tenuous grasp of the English language. I knew she was a foriegner, but I figured she'd at least be able to communicate well. I don't understand it. I used to have great conversations with Adam about physics and politics. Now he's with a girl who actually said the sentence "I walk along with you whole time" trying to indicate the past tense.
No, seriously, it didn't bother me too much. My heart still started beating a little faster, but that was it. "Why has your heart rate increased?" I asked myself. "It's not like you're actually nervous. You have nothing to be nervous about."
Then another part of me said, "It's the fight or flight response. In other words, your body is preparing itself to beat the living snot out of her if need be."
"But I don't want to beat the living snot out of her. She can have him."
"That's how you feel. But the caveperson part of your brain that you don't have any controll over is still in 'you can't take what is rightfully mine' mode."
"Oh. That's stupid."
I found out today that Kevin is going to join the band. (He plays clarinet.) I found out because he was here today, in a uniform, marching in the parades and carrying the colorguard's flags. This is unheard of. He's not in the band yet, for God's sake. I don't even know where he got the uniform. He did it because he is going out with Hattie, and Hattie told him to.
Kevin and Hattie have been going out since they went to prom together. They bother me. Quite a bit. First of all, she is significantly older than him. Second of all, they are all over each other. Or rather, he is all over her, and she just kind of leans back and enjoys it. Third of all, he has become noticably withdrawn since they started going out. He does not hang out with anyone anymore. He does not talk to his friends. And, as today's events clearly demonstrated, he will do literally anything she tells him to. He showed absolutely no interest in joining band until Hattie said, "Hey Kevin, we need someone to carry the flags." This is obviously one of those relationships where one person completely dominates the other one. Those relationships are not cool. And although it does not exactly surprise me that Kevin is involved in one, I like him, and I find it pretty disguisting to watch the way he acts around her. Come on dude. Get some self respect.
I still don't know whether or not I'm switching instruments next year. Dave was ending every sentence today with "...which is why you should join low brass," whether or not it had anything to do with why I should join low brass. Eventually, Alice, Eric, and Smitty the low brass section leader joined in. But Valerie and Bonnie kept giving me dirty looks and talking about how sad it will be without me and how the section's just going to die and how I'd make a great section leader and Bonnie would make a sucky one.
"You need to have a showdown with Bonnie over this," I said to Dave at one point.
"No way. Bonnie would kick my ass." This struck me as funny, because even though Bonnie is rather small and appears timid at first, this is probably true.
Dave and I did switch instruments when we were just sitting around, and I did manage to get a bigger range on trombone than I have on trumpet, although I had much less controll over what I was playing. Aw. I think I might like trombone already. But I like flute too...
Jeez, my vision of what band would be like senior year is going out the window. Ivy's quitting, Adam's probably quitting, there are going to be no flutes and like, TEN clarinets, assistant drum majors might actually have to conduct, I could be playing the trombone... Eric and I used to have all the leadership positions planned out. Adam would be drum major, Ivy would be colorguard captain, Noah would be drum captain, and the two of us would be assistant drum majors. It was perfect - one brass and one woodwind for assistant drum majors; we were all good musicians and good leaders and we all got along. Out... The... Window.
I'm feeling extremely lazy after ten hours which included a three mile parade. I really have no plans on doing my math homework.
Sorry I threw so many names at you. I will update the names entry.
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