Sometimes, Aaron just gets so irritating that I want to repeatedly kick him in the nuts until he collapses and screams in a girly way. Except I don’t want that much physical contact with him.
I’ll explain this little statement later.
Friday was intensely run-of-the-mill. I’m not even going to mention it. Saturday, we had band practice. I completely fucked up one song, but it went well otherwise. We taped it again, and I’m giving Dirk a couple blank tapes so I can get a copy and edit it for public consumption. We didn’t do much dicking around between songs, because Doshu showed up late and we didn’t have time.
Aaron brought Sonya to practice without warning anyone, which irritated me. Especially when he said, “Sorry I didn’t tell you beforehand, but I knew you wouldn’t mind.” Don’t ever assume that. When people assume that, I take offense out of principle. Sonya was there to take band photos, and put up an ad. Everyone in the band is going to get a proof sheet, and if we want an enlargement of a particular photo, we can request it. She took photos of us playing, as well as group shots outside.
I didn’t make an issue of Aaron’s lack of courtesy, simply because I didn’t want to make Sonya uncomfortable.
After practice, we went out with Aaron and Sonya. I’d have to say that they’re getting along much better than ever. I’ve never seen Sonya so...affectionate before. Granted, she was still stabbing Aaron with a fork, but this was interspersed with hugging, kisses, and other normal displays of affection. If I didn’t know better, I’d say that she actually enjoyed Aaron’s company. As for Aaron, I’ve never seen him happier before.
I watched “Reefer Madness” on Sunday. You know, that old movie from the thirties talking about the dangers of “marihuana”? It was hilarious, to anyone who knows anything about drugs. Uncontrollable laughter, violence, promiscuity, and incurable insanity. All of these shall befall you, should you smoke the dreaded marijuana. Dirk and I agreed that it was easy to see how people would have been terrified back then, when there was no education available. Of course, during the Vietnam Conflict, the government feared pot’s ability to make kids “lazy and unmotivated.” They preferred kids to be hyped-up about going off to get butchered.
Dirk and I spent Sunday night working out a budget so he’d be able to afford a used car in reasonably good condition within a month. And get his licence. Car = better mobility = more job opportunities = potentially more money = more comfortable lifestyle when we move in together + ability to attend college while still living on our own.
My mother and I were talking about female prospects for roommates on Saturday. Basically, there are none. Either they’ve got their own plans with their SO’s, or they’re really hesitant about the concept of moving out, ever. The only other option is my cousin, Shelly, who has questionable hygiene and strange mental disturbances. I’m more bothered by the hygiene than anything else.
My mother then stated, “You know I don’t want you to move in with Dirk.”
Yes, I know. The only problem, really, is the fact that I honestly don’t care. Hypocritical bitch. So I’m going to get the car put in my name and move in with him anyway. If I’m lucky, she may sever contact with me on a permanent basis. I doubt I’d be so lucky, though.
Lets not even get into the reasons why I dislike my mother.
Instead, let’s discuss how Aaron managed to piss me off. See, he and Jason went off to Mars Music. Dirk wanted to go, but he’d already promised to go book shopping with me, and he knows not to cross me when we’ve already made plans. When Dirk and I got back from book shopping, Sonya called, asking if Aaron could bring over the little bag she keeps her film in. Since Aaron still wasn’t home, we offered to bring it over – Aaron showed up five minutes later, and we handed him the bag and told him Sonya wanted him to bring it to her. He took it from us and went into his room. Now, the natural assumption would be that he was going to bring it over, since he’d gotten home earlier than expected, right?
Wrong. Instead, about an hour and a half later, he comes out of his room (he’d been peroxiding Jason’s hair so they could dye it red), and says, “Uhh...weren’t you guys going to bring Sonya’s bag to her house?”
”No. You came home, and you took the bag from us, so it seemed reasonable that you’d take it over yourself.”
”Uh...can you bring it over there now?” And he hands the bag back to us.
I think this is what happened: he meant to bring the bag to Sonya himself, then he completely forgot about it. When she called him up, pissed-off because he hadn’t brought the bag over yet, he blamed it on us, saying that we were the ones who were supposed to bring it over, not him. He had no idea that she wanted the bag.
So, we dropped it off with Sonya, but I made certain to let her know exactly what happened. If nothing else, Aaron will most likely get some grief from her. I hope she calls him an idiot in person, and stabs him with a fork a few times. Just for preference.
Just when I was starting to get along with him, too. Honestly, he goes through cycles of stupidity.
He said my hair was pretty, though.
I also cleaned out the fish’s tank. Ungrateful little thing just glared at me. I wonder if siamese fighting fish retain their color when they’re boiled.
It’s raining in D.C., and I’ve spent the entire week-end looking like I’m crying.