School on a Friday

Blog No. 37: School on a Friday

I don't have class on Fridays... So why am I here?

Mom drove me to ARC at noon, a whole hour late of when I wanted to be there... Only to find out that the clarinet sectional/choir is not until 1:00, or at least that was what I had written down... Weird...

So I walked to the cafe and within a couple of steps of walking in, I here a faint, but audible yell, "RABBIMAN!" Of course all the guys happen to have converged to one table. It was actually the first time I've seen Patric since the start of the school year. Odd.

They ended up going to Chipotle, so I thought that, seeing as it was 12:30 by now, I would go to practice some clarinet early. On the way to the practice rooms, the two flautists, Liz the Dominatrix and Jennifer (whom I have decided to call Sergeant Pepper), were walking in the opposite direction, telling me that Bianca was looking for me. Sorry. The sectional was at 12:00.

I need to write numbers down more clearly...

Anyways, not to toot my own horn, but that's what we basically did in the practice room. No references to cheese cutting. We did not go over the performance pieces, but rather went over the stuff for Concert Band. So it was more of a sectional than a rehearsal...

After an hour or less, we got kicked out by that blonde dude, also a clarinetist, who was very prissy... Apparently we were cutting into his rehearsal time too.

Clarinetists are weird...

So I lifted all of my stuff and moved it across the hall to the piano lab. Spent an hour on the keyboard, cranking out the performance piece for Piano, due Monday. Saw Darius, Bianca, and other music majors in between being all frantic and whatnot during my break. Ended up showing off my "awesome" nonexistent drum set skills. Then moved into a practice room with an acoustic piano to practice my fortes and pianos, as well as some choir music.

By then it was 4, waiting for 5 for the Phi Theta Kappa meeting.

I got a text sometime during my practice from BLAH, wanting me to help her escape from her history class. So, I thought I go pay her a "visit." I walked to Davie's Hall and searched in the classrooms to see which one she was in, then texted "I see you..." to her phone, prompting a confused WTH face and a looking toward the door glance, which lead to the OMG you-frikken-scared-me-that-was-hilarious reaction. XD

It's the small moments.

The PTK meeting started. Followed the agenda. Tossed some volunteer project ideas around. Ended up hurting the feelings of someone from the radical Christian club on campus. The usual.

Then at the end, I looked at the chalkboard at the other end of the room and saw a little distinct drawing that I recognized:

Made me happy. Made me miss Taka. Then made that moment just sad.

So to my question: So why am I here?
My answer: NO idea.

What-To-Do-On-Fridays-So-That-I-Don't-Die To Do List

1. Pick up my sketchbook and start drawing again.
2. Come up with random art projects.
3. Bother Kaylah in Santa Cruz.
4. Vandalize public property.
5. Practice piano.
6. Take up knitting.
7. Come up with a cosplay costume for Fanime.

Toodles.