the DiAmOnD CuTteR

I don’t even want to get into the entire week of band camp. Kim and Aims both wrote about it, but I just can’t motivate myself to do it. Stupid me didn’t write in my diary while we were there. It was a combination of not having time and not wanting the people around me to read what I would be writing. *shrugs*

And now all I can do is think about Thursday night… Kim you’re so right. The best night of our lives. I was talking to Emily and Shaun last night… they were pretty much asking about Nolan and what was up with us. It was so funny, because they both said almost the same thing, but at different times. I guess at the dance they had seen us, and were trying to interpret the situation by the “space, or lack thereof, between [us]” as well as the expression on Nolan’s face. I, of course, asked for a description of that since I couldn’t see it. I believe Shaun said it the best: It was a look of “Wow this feels so right, how come I didn’t think of this two years ago?” *grins*

But meanwhile, it really sucks to have this weekend of nothingness. And it really sucks that that happened, but we’re not officially a thing yet… which means I can’t really tell very many people. That would be totally embarassing if we never became a thing after the entire band knew what was going on… but I have told several people. Then my parents are bombarding me with all of these questions about him. The worst part is, more often than not I don’t know the answer. At this point all I know is we really like each other… I have liked him on and off for awhile now… he finally quit smoking… and he’s really quite intelligent… just doesn’t apply himself AT ALL. And he loves marching band as much as I do… in a slightly different way… and his step style is damn good. Although his toes aren’t up as high as mine, ;P. What are his interests? Uhh, not sure… he’s in band?? Does he have a good sense of humor? Uhh… not sure??? I think so… but I can’t remember any specific situations or anything. Lord. They make it seem like I don’t know him at all. And perhaps I don’t… but I know him better than some other people I’ve liked in my lifetime.

By the way… WHERE IS MEG? She’s the only person I haven’t talked to yet.

The diamond cutter is a killer. I’ll say that much. Especially in the rain. MAN. Mensch. I’m trying to figure out how we’re going to manage practicing that without the field marked back at the high school. Do you know how long it’ll take for the quartermasters to paint that stupid thing again? Yeah a long time. Maybe I should explain the procedure to you. The diamond cutter is sort of in the middle of our Psycho drill. The entire band forms a huge diamond, and then we move around within the diamond by marching forward and backwards in one direction, turning whenever you reach the side of the diamond, and then going back and doing the same thing in a new direction. It’s really cool looking, but mega hyper hard. Mostly because we’re marching 45 degree angles to the yard lines, and can’t really see where we’re going, and have a lot of wipe-outs during the thing. I am happy to say that I survived the diamond cutter. (especially in the rain… because it rained all day Thursday… and we marched for 3 hours in the rain…)

Chart 1. Chart 1. Take it back do it again same thing go.

It’s amazing how Andy and I were on and off for so long. How he told me he wanted to kiss me. How we went to prom together. Slow danced a million times. Hung out so much. Went to camp together. And still he never kissed me… never treated me quite… well how he should’ve. And it took one simple night of a band camp dance to actually get my first kiss from someone completely different. Someone that had been my enemy… someone that was taking a chance. A SAXOPHONE, for God’s sake. 🙂

I have the creepy feeling that this diary is slowly turning into one of those let me talk about my man diaries. Let’s not let me do that, ok? Just slap me a few times if I get too… girly-ish, ok? I have plenty of other things to discuss.

With that I’ll be

~swept away marking time on the 50, 12 steps in front of the hash~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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