“And while you watch the ships come in, I will take the early train.”
Today was a long day…but that doesn’t necessarily mean it was troublesome or tiring. Actually, I’m feeling mildly content right now, which is quite the accomplishment.
Practice today was not entirely horrible. Almost fun. It’s gotten to the point though, in which I’m 95% sure I am not doing marching band next year, simply because so much has changed: new director, new marching instructors, new rules. I’m not exactly stubborn in my ways – I can roll with the differences. But when I examine my priorities, I realize that I only do marching band because of friends, PE credit and music, in that order. Next year, all my now-senior friends will be gone, and I won’t need PE credit. It’ll be a nice change to focus on music in Wind Ensemble next year: a new chance to push myself, if you will.
After practice I went to Pizza Chief with Phillip and Shorty. My dad invited Phillip to church and he responded with a look of “Um, do I look utterly insane to you?” I laughed. Because let’s face it: I don’t even like going to church. Well, actually. Let’s rephrase that: I don’t like going to youth group. Church is fine. At church, I find that I have more in common with some of my parents’ peers than my own peers, which is frankly depressing. Although, I’m pretty sure that none of my parent’s peers have ever uttered the oh so eloquent quote of “…even though he has a calculusFUCK!” as I did today at practice. The obscenity, of course, was not originally meant to be there, but was caused by me running into a short pole that I didn’t see because the music stand I was carrying was blocking my view. Taz decided to be funny though, and asked what a calculusfuck was. That was amusing.
Then I went to Acapulco with Brittany, which was fun I guess. But there were too many acquaintances and not enough friends, so I left after a while and walked over to Wendy’s, even though it was my original intent to go to Latte 101. Apparently, although my sense of direction is fine, my sense of perception is lacking. Walking alone at night was strangely calming, despite the chill and possibility of getting mugged. At one point, a red Ford honked while passing me, and a hooded head looked back at my direction. I vaguely wondered if I knew them, but it was only because I didn’t want to assume that they were honking to be stereotypical males. Of course, my realistic nature knows that I’ve never met them before, the bastards.
Woo, Magic Mountain tomorrow! I’m stoked. But I’m not excited because it’s Magic Mountain; I’ve gone about five times since June. I’m really only stoked because it’s a day I could be in school, and I’m hanging out all day with friends instead. And it’s even better than a three day weekend, because I’m not going to be sitting at home trying to not think about the homework I should be doing. In other words, thank God for Magic Mountain. I should live there. And if I’m really lucky, I’ll also be going with Bradley and Taz and other assorted band people on the 26th as well.
Speaking of band, it’s pretty much my life right now, which might be viewed at pathetic, but it’s better than nothing. I did the math a while ago, and during marching season, band takes up 26 hours a week. Saturday is our first band competition, which means the season has officially begun. Hold on to your hats.
I just realized it’s actually the early morning. Hmm. Time to go to bed.
