A little trip dowm memory lane...
I just woke up. My "empty space" just grew to twice the size it was before. I can't go and do my "broomstick routine" because my fingers are shot from yesterday, when I did it for about five hours total. I feel reminiscent, so I wish to tell you all a tale; a past life, before LJ existed for me... Bah, it's just about a year or so ago...
I was in band, the new kid. I had just recently moved into the area before school began and I was thriving in the anonymity of it all. No one knew me. I liked it that way. No one had expectations for me, it was nice.
I was the only hornist, well, there was also a Junior hornist who helped me out a lot, but he dropped band second term. There was also another whiny hornist who I used to hate, but now I consider her a sort of friend.
Well, at the beginning of the year, I sat in the middle row, right next to the alto saxes. There, I made friends with one of the senior saxists, Ashleigh. She was cool, and it was nice to actually have senior friends who knew for a long time how this whole thing worked. Not to mention that seniors are more mature than 7/8 of the rest of my class, so I'd rather associate with one of the uppers than the semi-trained monkeys that I am ashamed to call my fellow freshmen.
Well, the ditz of a band director had to re-seat the band sometime, so I ended up being in the back, in between the baritones and the bari sax. There I got the chance to meet Aaron, the sole bari sax player.
It was confusing. At that point, still in the middle of first term, I was trying to be friends with everyone, as much as it defied my beliefs, ripped and shredded them into little pieces, and spat on them. I guess it was the want and the need to interact with people that I could have a reasonably intelligent conversation with.
Aaron. Everyone knew him, and most people confided in me that he was a complete ass. I didn't know, nor did I really want to know. I don't feel like judging people based on what everyone else says, so I kind of observe him. He seems nice, funny. He always teased this one girl who was practically a stick and still thought she was fat. I then realized that they used to go out. Well, okay...
I have no idea what happened. During the contest that happened that March, my desire to be friends with him grew into something more. I'm still confused at this point whether I really liked him in the slightly-more-than-platonic way or I just looked up to him as a big brother kind of person. (yes, my emotions are VERY confusing...deal with it)
Whatever the case may be, it continued for the rest of the year. I accepted the fact that I liked him, and I tried to act natural about it. For crying out loud. He was a senior. I was a freshman. Two words: Not Happening.
Anyway, this went through another seating chart change by the ditz dictator. The recently acquired Bassoonist was to be moved in between Aaron and me. Okay, I was slightly resentful, but she was suspicious. She realized that I liked him and teased me to no end about it. Okay, simple enough. I can ignore that.
Then Ashleigh figured it out. She's the one who warned me that he was a complete jerk. I shouldn't be going after him, whatever. Then we got into a deeper conversation about who I would be going after if not Aaron. That's how Jordan ended up in the conversation. Heather, a friend of Ashleigh's, nearly blabbed it to Jordan, and I nearly killed her for it. Well...I wouldn't have done that. I probably would've died of embarrassment first...
Band trip. We ended up going to Experience Music Project in Seattle. I love that place. I manuevered myself into the group that I wanted to be in (guess who?) and we began to go through the place. Our last stop was the instrument room. We were able to go into all these different studios and play/sing/whatever.
Remember the bassoonist I was talking about before? Well, after she figured out that I had the crush on Aaron, she has been on my back about setting me up with him. I put her off all the time, of course, remember the modesty cowardice? Well, consciously or not, she locked me (metaphorically speaking) in one of the singing rooms with him...alone...wonderful... After I got out of there, I found her in the gift shop and basically reamed her for it.
Next, parade. Yes, we have at least one parade that we're required to play at every year. Aaron is right guide. No, not my right guide, a right guide though. Yes, it really doesn't help my playing to hear him shouting "guide right" every five minutes. No. Not at all. I'm surprised no one noticed how red my face was, but they probably thought it was the cold...
Anyway, did I mention that he messed me up during the actual parade? Yeah. We were playing Low Rider. Everyone knows the cowbell solo in the beginning. He forgot about that little fact. He started playing the beginning, I followed his cue and we were the only two people playing. Nice when I figured out that it was wrong... Darn it!
Yeah, end of the year. Bassoonist is saying that she's going to tell him. I tell her fine, just so long as I am no where near you two when it happens. So I make a run for it, and I have no idea whether she told or not. Personally, at this point, I don't exactly care. Actually, I do. I don't know. I haven't seen him since he came in to McDonalds during the October McTakeover that Knowledge Bowl had going on. I don't really know. He's likely to be at Graduation though. His brother is graduating this year.
Yeah, interesting trip down memory lane. I'm convinced to not have this blow over like last time. Convinced. As in, it won't happen.
Farewell folks, I'm off.
I was in band, the new kid. I had just recently moved into the area before school began and I was thriving in the anonymity of it all. No one knew me. I liked it that way. No one had expectations for me, it was nice.
I was the only hornist, well, there was also a Junior hornist who helped me out a lot, but he dropped band second term. There was also another whiny hornist who I used to hate, but now I consider her a sort of friend.
Well, at the beginning of the year, I sat in the middle row, right next to the alto saxes. There, I made friends with one of the senior saxists, Ashleigh. She was cool, and it was nice to actually have senior friends who knew for a long time how this whole thing worked. Not to mention that seniors are more mature than 7/8 of the rest of my class, so I'd rather associate with one of the uppers than the semi-trained monkeys that I am ashamed to call my fellow freshmen.
Well, the ditz of a band director had to re-seat the band sometime, so I ended up being in the back, in between the baritones and the bari sax. There I got the chance to meet Aaron, the sole bari sax player.
It was confusing. At that point, still in the middle of first term, I was trying to be friends with everyone, as much as it defied my beliefs, ripped and shredded them into little pieces, and spat on them. I guess it was the want and the need to interact with people that I could have a reasonably intelligent conversation with.
Aaron. Everyone knew him, and most people confided in me that he was a complete ass. I didn't know, nor did I really want to know. I don't feel like judging people based on what everyone else says, so I kind of observe him. He seems nice, funny. He always teased this one girl who was practically a stick and still thought she was fat. I then realized that they used to go out. Well, okay...
I have no idea what happened. During the contest that happened that March, my desire to be friends with him grew into something more. I'm still confused at this point whether I really liked him in the slightly-more-than-platonic way or I just looked up to him as a big brother kind of person. (yes, my emotions are VERY confusing...deal with it)
Whatever the case may be, it continued for the rest of the year. I accepted the fact that I liked him, and I tried to act natural about it. For crying out loud. He was a senior. I was a freshman. Two words: Not Happening.
Anyway, this went through another seating chart change by the ditz dictator. The recently acquired Bassoonist was to be moved in between Aaron and me. Okay, I was slightly resentful, but she was suspicious. She realized that I liked him and teased me to no end about it. Okay, simple enough. I can ignore that.
Then Ashleigh figured it out. She's the one who warned me that he was a complete jerk. I shouldn't be going after him, whatever. Then we got into a deeper conversation about who I would be going after if not Aaron. That's how Jordan ended up in the conversation. Heather, a friend of Ashleigh's, nearly blabbed it to Jordan, and I nearly killed her for it. Well...I wouldn't have done that. I probably would've died of embarrassment first...
Band trip. We ended up going to Experience Music Project in Seattle. I love that place. I manuevered myself into the group that I wanted to be in (guess who?) and we began to go through the place. Our last stop was the instrument room. We were able to go into all these different studios and play/sing/whatever.
Remember the bassoonist I was talking about before? Well, after she figured out that I had the crush on Aaron, she has been on my back about setting me up with him. I put her off all the time, of course, remember the modesty cowardice? Well, consciously or not, she locked me (metaphorically speaking) in one of the singing rooms with him...alone...wonderful... After I got out of there, I found her in the gift shop and basically reamed her for it.
Next, parade. Yes, we have at least one parade that we're required to play at every year. Aaron is right guide. No, not my right guide, a right guide though. Yes, it really doesn't help my playing to hear him shouting "guide right" every five minutes. No. Not at all. I'm surprised no one noticed how red my face was, but they probably thought it was the cold...
Anyway, did I mention that he messed me up during the actual parade? Yeah. We were playing Low Rider. Everyone knows the cowbell solo in the beginning. He forgot about that little fact. He started playing the beginning, I followed his cue and we were the only two people playing. Nice when I figured out that it was wrong... Darn it!
Yeah, end of the year. Bassoonist is saying that she's going to tell him. I tell her fine, just so long as I am no where near you two when it happens. So I make a run for it, and I have no idea whether she told or not. Personally, at this point, I don't exactly care. Actually, I do. I don't know. I haven't seen him since he came in to McDonalds during the October McTakeover that Knowledge Bowl had going on. I don't really know. He's likely to be at Graduation though. His brother is graduating this year.
Yeah, interesting trip down memory lane. I'm convinced to not have this blow over like last time. Convinced. As in, it won't happen.
Farewell folks, I'm off.