let me see how much I can cram into this one

Insightful entries… no pressure or anything. Hehe… well I try.

Several things to talk about. Last night, as I mentioned, was our first football game of the season. Kind of intimidating for the sophomores, I’d imagine, and even for the juniors. However, I am quite happy to say that for the first time EVER, I was not nervous. I made no mental errors… I was in complete control. Of course, I was a dent a couple of times, and our forms didn’t always turn out the way they should, but at least I KNEW where I was supposed to be at all times. And I survived the Diamond Cutter!

I can’t say as much for about 7 people in the band. Wipe out city. The shame of it was, I thought we did AWESOME until our entire drill was over. (no not THAT type of raping drill, Sean) Even during the diamond cutter, I saw people in the stands clapping. What? Fans cheering for the BAND? King Pellinore? So it was a great shock to learn, after halftime, that about 7 people were claimed by the cutter. I guess one of our sophomore saxes, Danielle, tripped during the move. And, in domino fashion, took out a bunch of saxes and flutes around her in the process. (including Nolan) She was actually hurt… we had to get her ice, and she could barely walk back after the game. Poor kid… let’s just hope we don’t lose anyone else to that vicious thing. The good news is I guess the uniforms made it look REALLY cool… *grins*

Now, on to the less pleasing news. Aimee is hugely upset with me. She devoted at least one entire entry to all the things that are making her life miserable… and yet won’t talk to me about it. Emma’s all upset because things aren’t the same as they used to be… and I’m having a hard time working things out if Aims won’t even confront me other than in her diary. I can’t decide if it’s all just post-band camp reactions, or if somehow Kim and I are still offending them, or if my being with Nolan is just pissing people off or making them jealous. But I wish I knew what it was. They know MY complaints. They know that Kim and I are going in slightly different directions… Lord you would think Aims could be happy for me. But I really don’t know what to do to make her start talking to me. This is a crappy way to start the year. It’s like, I’m completely happy as a general rule… I’ve finally gotten something I’ve waited my entire life for. But then there’s the other part of me that is upset about going into our senior year like this. Look… I left Nate to you. Go get him. I was never stopping you. And it wasn’t 24 hours after you liked him… it was at least a month I’m pretty sure. I don’t know the last time I called Mr. V “dad”… I’m big on calling him “sir” these days. If it bothers you so much, SAY something. And before, when Kim and I were saying how sick we were of that, we meant the utter obsessiveness. If a “dad” slips here or there, fine… that’s ok. We all do stuff like that.

I feel like everything we said was taken the wrong way. And now no one’s even talking to fix the situation.

I’m sorry if couples flock together… but no wonder. If we all sat together you guys would be even more upset at us, no doubt. I know this because I used to be the same way around couples… I haven’t forgotten. It’s been what, two days? I’m still trying to figure out how we’re going to work all of this out. He and I have different friends… and some common friends. I have to figure out how to balance time alone with my friends, time with him with friends, time with him alone, time with him with HIS friends… it’s just crazy. But please don’t stop talking to me if you really want to fix things.

Alright. I’m done with that for now.

I’m trying to see how much I can cram into one entry… *shudders at the thought of 500th* All my plans are not happening. 🙂

With that I’ll be deep in thought as I’m

~swept away contemplating life~

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