Post Analysis
I'm going to start occasionally posting commentary on old LJ posts, as a bystander of the events detailed as well as trying to remember what I was actually thinking or alluding to at the time. Today?
Original Post: http://spell4yr.livejournal.com/35496.html (Comments in italics)
I'm going to be annoying next weekend. School's having semiformal dance -- I'm crashing (and apparently I'm also Tarzan). Crashing, of course, only in terms of not showing up with a date. I hate dances with a passion; I just want to sit in the corner and laugh at everybody else. (I didn't do this, thankfully. If I had there would have been one loser and one loser only at that dance.) Yes, I know I'm weird.
There was a holiday parade today that we had to march in. I hate percussion. They can't play well at all (yes, when you're told that you don't play after a song when we're stopped, that doesn't mean that you start the cadence the next time a similar situation occurs). (I still think the same about almost all percussionists.) Oh well, no more Christmas marching now. That makes me happy. Especially since this was my first year marching as a tuba player instead of a trombone player. (Wow, I always thought I had done sousaphone in my junior year as well.) So I wore the sousaphone. My legs are sore from the marching, and my left shoulder is sore from having the weight of the sousaphone on it non-stop for an hour and a half. (That's what she said?)
Christ College, the honors college of Valparaiso University, sent me an application today. It actually sounds interesting -- maybe they'll admit me. (I don't know what they were thinking.) It would be nice to, in 2007, receive a diploma with an honors designation. Now I just need to fill out the application ... (Whoo, big whoop, where is my diploma even currently located?)
In unrelated news, suddenly, several girls are being nice to me. It's sort of strange -- one of them even invited me to sit with her and her friends when we saw each other before the school production of You Can't Take It With You (good play, with some really good actors). (For the life of me, I cannot remember who this person was. I do know this and the next paragraph are making bigger deals than are actually the case.) Alas, I needed to find the newspaper adviser so I could get the digicam from him and snap some photographs of the cast. She, as well as another person in band, always talk to me whenever they see me, which is a strange, but good, feeling. (What's with newspaper always cramping my style?)
Of course, some of this is of my own doing. I gave a classmate who's on the math team a ride home on Tuesday, which she was very appreciative of ... especially since she lived five miles north of the school and I live five miles south of the school. (Oh, big whoop, Stephen, get over yourself at $1.20 a gallon) It was good to finally have an excuse to drive somewhere, actually; I spend far too much time in just Hampton, Seabrook, and Newburyport. The aforementioned girl from the play also gets occasional rides from me (she doesn't live so far in the boonies, though). (I think that means either Hampton Falls or Seabrook, but I still am clueless.)
It's the car. ;-) (Launching my lovelife into the Stratus-phere?)
But it's just for friendships, anyway; I don't really have a lot of friends, and at this point I'll try anything to get some more friends, especially since my normal self appears very standoffish (it isn't, though). (Still true.) I sort of liked the senior math team girl back when we were both freshman (we hit it off right from the first day of small-group activities in Geometry), but then we just never talked to each other. (Something I'm STILL pissed off about at Ben Tran and Alex Hetlinger for ruining my chances with her, almost nine years ago.) At this point, I still like the photo lab technician I've talked about in the past. (Who has now been married for two months.) She said last week that she was planning to go to the semiformal alone because she had a prom dress that she never wore to the prom -- I wonder if I should read anything into that due to the fact that she volunteered that information herself. Probably not. (Of course, she won't be able to go to it, anyway, which sort of stinks. She thought the dance was today, when she worked 8:30-3; next week she's 2-9. I have ACTs that day, though, so I had asked for the day off, providing the perfect segue for me to crash the dance.) (The good old volunteer information that doesn't apply at all trick.)
And so we come full circle. Two pi. (Enough with the math jokes!)
Original Post: http://spell4yr.livejournal.com/35496.html (Comments in italics)
I'm going to be annoying next weekend. School's having semiformal dance -- I'm crashing (and apparently I'm also Tarzan). Crashing, of course, only in terms of not showing up with a date. I hate dances with a passion; I just want to sit in the corner and laugh at everybody else. (I didn't do this, thankfully. If I had there would have been one loser and one loser only at that dance.) Yes, I know I'm weird.
There was a holiday parade today that we had to march in. I hate percussion. They can't play well at all (yes, when you're told that you don't play after a song when we're stopped, that doesn't mean that you start the cadence the next time a similar situation occurs). (I still think the same about almost all percussionists.) Oh well, no more Christmas marching now. That makes me happy. Especially since this was my first year marching as a tuba player instead of a trombone player. (Wow, I always thought I had done sousaphone in my junior year as well.) So I wore the sousaphone. My legs are sore from the marching, and my left shoulder is sore from having the weight of the sousaphone on it non-stop for an hour and a half. (That's what she said?)
Christ College, the honors college of Valparaiso University, sent me an application today. It actually sounds interesting -- maybe they'll admit me. (I don't know what they were thinking.) It would be nice to, in 2007, receive a diploma with an honors designation. Now I just need to fill out the application ... (Whoo, big whoop, where is my diploma even currently located?)
In unrelated news, suddenly, several girls are being nice to me. It's sort of strange -- one of them even invited me to sit with her and her friends when we saw each other before the school production of You Can't Take It With You (good play, with some really good actors). (For the life of me, I cannot remember who this person was. I do know this and the next paragraph are making bigger deals than are actually the case.) Alas, I needed to find the newspaper adviser so I could get the digicam from him and snap some photographs of the cast. She, as well as another person in band, always talk to me whenever they see me, which is a strange, but good, feeling. (What's with newspaper always cramping my style?)
Of course, some of this is of my own doing. I gave a classmate who's on the math team a ride home on Tuesday, which she was very appreciative of ... especially since she lived five miles north of the school and I live five miles south of the school. (Oh, big whoop, Stephen, get over yourself at $1.20 a gallon) It was good to finally have an excuse to drive somewhere, actually; I spend far too much time in just Hampton, Seabrook, and Newburyport. The aforementioned girl from the play also gets occasional rides from me (she doesn't live so far in the boonies, though). (I think that means either Hampton Falls or Seabrook, but I still am clueless.)
It's the car. ;-) (Launching my lovelife into the Stratus-phere?)
But it's just for friendships, anyway; I don't really have a lot of friends, and at this point I'll try anything to get some more friends, especially since my normal self appears very standoffish (it isn't, though). (Still true.) I sort of liked the senior math team girl back when we were both freshman (we hit it off right from the first day of small-group activities in Geometry), but then we just never talked to each other. (Something I'm STILL pissed off about at Ben Tran and Alex Hetlinger for ruining my chances with her, almost nine years ago.) At this point, I still like the photo lab technician I've talked about in the past. (Who has now been married for two months.) She said last week that she was planning to go to the semiformal alone because she had a prom dress that she never wore to the prom -- I wonder if I should read anything into that due to the fact that she volunteered that information herself. Probably not. (Of course, she won't be able to go to it, anyway, which sort of stinks. She thought the dance was today, when she worked 8:30-3; next week she's 2-9. I have ACTs that day, though, so I had asked for the day off, providing the perfect segue for me to crash the dance.) (The good old volunteer information that doesn't apply at all trick.)
And so we come full circle. Two pi. (Enough with the math jokes!)