Today. Stangest, most obscured, most D from the norm.
Maybe it's from lack of sleep? But I've sort of been getting sleep. I haven't been counting how many hours I've been sleeping, but I can't stay awake at all... 'cause I end up on my bed, trying to do homework... and then all ends.
But jee whizz today was strange.
The thing is, I didn't even realized the series of strange and peculiar events until I was walking back to the band room from the stadium, at 9:15, recalling strange events from the day.
I woke up early. It was cold. Realized I needed to do stuff. Looked over physics test with answers and then took a shower. Yes.
So I went to zero hour, had a test, right? Right. Physics test. As I was checking over my answers, I got a to a point where I was staring at this problem I had done, and written PEi and KEi = PEf + KEf. Or something stupid like that, with all the numbers underneath. The image struck me. As extremely familiar. I realized I had recalled and seen such a thing before, and then broke from it (maybe it was a dream or a daze-off or somthing) and thought, WTF WAS THAT--I don't even know what class that was! Or what test! Or... whaaa. And then it went away, as all good déjà vu does. It was the best déjà vu moment ever. EVER. GAAAHh. 'Cause I remember a thought I thought after breaking from the subconscious. Jeez. It's almost as good as the UHS Graduation 2005 moment. Where I'm sitting there, looking at pictures, sitting, virtually, by myself. Because from that, I remembered a feeling I had. Not a thought I had afterwards, but a feeling I had during. It was that feeling, and the image of the slide show, that brought about the déjà vu. I LOVE IT.
First period, I kept sneaking glances at Mr. Darcy over there. 'Cause that's what I do, hoping he'd do a trick or something. BUT anyways. So I keep sneaking glances, like always, and after one glance, horror struck me. I had just seen something extremely horrendous. It was. Bad. He had like, red streaks going down his face from his eye. And his eyes were completely blood-shot. Maybe it was the lighting. Maybe my eyes were deceiving me. But my lord, it was scary.
I don't recall any peticularily strange events from the rest of the day.
Band rehearsal. Cried twice. TWICE. WTF?!
Once was when I was explaining to Sarah that I understand I shouldn't influence the little ones so much because then this rein of Anti-Wolfe will never end. She says I don't understand because even though I know I should have a positive attitude, I don't, and I'm not acting upon it. And so when I explained to her than last year, I did have a positive attitude about Wolfe. I kept an Open Mind and people can attest to that. I made people suck it up and try to give Wolfe a chance and keep an Open Mind when they were complaining. Sarah says that I would have more fun (because I said something about only having two years, and making it as fun as I possibly can) if I kept a positive attitude, so I was refuting that point. I explained that even though I kept a positive attitude last year, I did not have fun. There was no Fun. And so, for some reason I guess, I switched to a negative attitude this year. And it seems to be fun, because I haven't quit band yet. And yes, whenever I talk about how I was THIS close to quitting band or how I want to quit band or anything about quitting band, I get all sobby and gross. So that happened. Rehearsal was strange. ONE. ONE BAND. (ONE SOUND.) God, that was hilarious. It was funny, though, 'cause "One sound" popped in my mind. And this other time, when somebody said ONE BAND, I broke into "ONE BAND. ONE SOUND." Aaahh, that was probably the only fun thing from today. Rehearsal. That and doing push-ups. Gonna get ripped alright. NOT. Jeez. Running rehearsal differently because we got a Good. Whatever. So writing that book about band politics. Really. Mary is too. We're gonna do this. WE'RE GONNA DO THIS. It's gonna happen. Oh crap, I made this list of stuff I was gonna do. Writing the book about band politics was one of them. I forgot. Now. Oh well. SO WEIRD.
And then incident number two was when we were back on the field (after Mr. Stout had yelled at the boys a lot when we were inside. It was Chris who told me that too, and Chris never says negative stuff like that about band.) So we're setting. And blah blah. And we're all being told to shut up. And hearing stuff like, "WHY ARE YOU TALKING?" and "ONLY WORRY ABOUT YOURSELF" and other stuff like that isn't exactly motivating and stuff so I was kinda down. And when I actually have an important question, I'm ignored. (I was like, Chris I have a question. *ignore* Chris, question. Question. *ignore* Question. AAAHh, WHAaT?! *silence* Nevermind. *cry*) JEEZ. WTF was that. I mean, I know he was kidding. Maybe it was the aftermaths of EXTREME BAND SADNESS.
And I had pigtails. Hah.
And I played my clarinet and Susan said she thought it was Ben. That's just obscure. Strange. EXTREMELY COOL. But *shudder* nonetheless. Anyways, Mary is waiting to read this, so away I go.
