MARCHING BAND!
Whoooo!! Rehearsals for the memorial day parade started yesterday. x) Reminded me how much I missed marching band. It really does take over your life, I swear. I love it.
So we got new parade blocks, and I like this one better, I think. I'm actually next to Lauren, so we crack each other up occasionally. In front of us are the saxophones like Jazzy and Morgan, who are really, really funny. And THEN. Guess who's next to me? Guess.
BRAD.
Remember? The guy Eileen told me she likes? Yeah. And guess what? HE TALKED TO ME. I'm not quite sure what I was doing when he was talking, but in my head I was like "OHMYGODYOURESOPRETTYO_O" He really is. And so nice. AGH. It's absolutely wonderful. So we had a conversation about the physics test, and physics teachers, and six flags...because all we really have in common is physics. Ha. And then a comment about the weather, about messing up on hours and months...
-sigh-
Anywho. Don't think I really like him or anything. I just think he's amazingly good-looking and very friendly, but not perfect enough to make you feel inferior, you know? Just a cool guy in general.
Saw Billy from a distance. I kinda want to talk to him. Just because it's so awkward now that I don't. Maybe just a "hey, how's 9th period?" or maybe just a "hey, how you doin'?"
I just imagined myself saying that, and winced. Like, actually winced. Maybe not the last one, then.
Hong-Ah has decided I'm attracted to monkey-faces. I don't think Mike has a monkey-face! I can't decide what to make of him, actually. He talked to me today a little bit...to ask me if I had my math book. Then I asked him what he got on the math quiz, and he told me...and then walked away.
I bet Brad wouldn't have. xDD
I'm just glad I've found evidence that not all men are assholes. THANK YOU BRAD WILLIAMS.
I love anonymity. This is wonderful.
We had to write a short story for English last night, using the style of Salinger ("Catcher in the Rye"). It was fun, lemme tell you. I might post the story here, just because I liked it so much. I took the perspective of some random stranger on Phoebe Caulfield when she's in high school, and how her brothers' situations had an effect on her. I was pretty proud.
But today, I felt so sick. SO sick. Just like, in the morning, after first period. My sinuses were aching like crazy, and I just could not stop coughing. Then after about 5th period, I started feeling better--but my nose started running like hell. (Why do so many classrooms NOT have tissue boxes?!) So my nose was running a lot during marching band. But that's all right.
I'm going to ask my mom if I can just use my good flute for the parade, until I get my old flute fixed. Because I can't play my old flute. I just can't. It's not working. I sound awful.
Oh, and then I need to practice the march, so I can REALLY have that memorized, annotate a speech, DO MY MATH HOMEWORK, and then write a monologue defining what it means to be an American. And I've written out like a quarter of that.
Waitamoment. Tissue break.
So last night I was coughing like a dying woman, so my mom flipped out at me like "PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT UP". But I didn't want to stay up too late, so I couldn't have tea...so I made some hot water, and poured lemon juice and honey into it. It tasted a little gross. But it worked like a fricking miracle. Tonight, if I have the same problem, a little less lemon juice will be good. More honey.
But anyway. Mostly I wanted to tell you about Brad. He's restored my faith in the male gender.
Now all he needs to do is ask Eileen out!
So we got new parade blocks, and I like this one better, I think. I'm actually next to Lauren, so we crack each other up occasionally. In front of us are the saxophones like Jazzy and Morgan, who are really, really funny. And THEN. Guess who's next to me? Guess.
BRAD.
Remember? The guy Eileen told me she likes? Yeah. And guess what? HE TALKED TO ME. I'm not quite sure what I was doing when he was talking, but in my head I was like "OHMYGODYOURESOPRETTYO_O" He really is. And so nice. AGH. It's absolutely wonderful. So we had a conversation about the physics test, and physics teachers, and six flags...because all we really have in common is physics. Ha. And then a comment about the weather, about messing up on hours and months...
-sigh-
Anywho. Don't think I really like him or anything. I just think he's amazingly good-looking and very friendly, but not perfect enough to make you feel inferior, you know? Just a cool guy in general.
Saw Billy from a distance. I kinda want to talk to him. Just because it's so awkward now that I don't. Maybe just a "hey, how's 9th period?" or maybe just a "hey, how you doin'?"
I just imagined myself saying that, and winced. Like, actually winced. Maybe not the last one, then.
Hong-Ah has decided I'm attracted to monkey-faces. I don't think Mike has a monkey-face! I can't decide what to make of him, actually. He talked to me today a little bit...to ask me if I had my math book. Then I asked him what he got on the math quiz, and he told me...and then walked away.
I bet Brad wouldn't have. xDD
I'm just glad I've found evidence that not all men are assholes. THANK YOU BRAD WILLIAMS.
I love anonymity. This is wonderful.
We had to write a short story for English last night, using the style of Salinger ("Catcher in the Rye"). It was fun, lemme tell you. I might post the story here, just because I liked it so much. I took the perspective of some random stranger on Phoebe Caulfield when she's in high school, and how her brothers' situations had an effect on her. I was pretty proud.
But today, I felt so sick. SO sick. Just like, in the morning, after first period. My sinuses were aching like crazy, and I just could not stop coughing. Then after about 5th period, I started feeling better--but my nose started running like hell. (Why do so many classrooms NOT have tissue boxes?!) So my nose was running a lot during marching band. But that's all right.
I'm going to ask my mom if I can just use my good flute for the parade, until I get my old flute fixed. Because I can't play my old flute. I just can't. It's not working. I sound awful.
Oh, and then I need to practice the march, so I can REALLY have that memorized, annotate a speech, DO MY MATH HOMEWORK, and then write a monologue defining what it means to be an American. And I've written out like a quarter of that.
Waitamoment. Tissue break.
So last night I was coughing like a dying woman, so my mom flipped out at me like "PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD SHUT UP". But I didn't want to stay up too late, so I couldn't have tea...so I made some hot water, and poured lemon juice and honey into it. It tasted a little gross. But it worked like a fricking miracle. Tonight, if I have the same problem, a little less lemon juice will be good. More honey.
But anyway. Mostly I wanted to tell you about Brad. He's restored my faith in the male gender.
Now all he needs to do is ask Eileen out!