Aiden Deis: My Subset of Reality

Thursday, August 4th - 2011

I have recovered from my earlier out-burst, and have decided to write a overview of the happenings of starting at 'the out-burst' and ending with today. I have to go eat lunch at gramas' first though, meaning that I'll have to write the entry after band practice tonight.

Before I start the overview I'd like to mention that I am currently busy reading the book "Spud" by John van de Ruit (The inspiration behind this 'project'/'diary'), and during one of my last few reading 'sesions' (for lack of a better word) I came across this:

"I wish I could say that I hated every minute of it but, dear diary, you know I could never lie to you."

And so... Dear diary/tumblr account/bucket of life I promise to never lie to you.

Review:

Monday was a long day of checking sprinklers and motors on the farm and would have been no different from most other day if it hadn't been my first day of band practice.

Throughout the entire summer Grama has been helping me with my trumpet as well as a wonderful lady called Gail, who is a good friend of my gramas'. As far as I understood her terms of service were as follows:

Gail: "Now Mary June (Grama) you just keep feeding my dad (whose name is Roger Jack) and keep your money."

Grama: "Well my food is hardly worth anything, it's usually all scwoshed up by the time it's gets into town."

Gail: "Well he enjoys it..."

On the way into town for Band practice, Grama noticed me drumming my fingers (a tale-tale sign that I was nervous, is what she told me it was the first time she saw me do it, which was on the way to meet Gail for the first time.) I boldly denied my obvious nervousness and I explained that I was drumming my fingers as being an expression of excitement (She didn't believe a word of it, and was right not too.) Shortly after Grama accompanied me into the band Hall, I got a phone-call from Kami asking where we were:

Kami: "Hi... Are you guys almost at school?" She was clearly nervous that grama would bring me in late for my first band practice (She said earlier that she was going to be in town for the day and would also come to the first practice, just so the band directors 'knew who she was'.

Me (Aiden, by the way): Well (pause for effect) we're already in the band hall (I asked in a questioning and confused voice)

Kami: "I don't see you parked anywhere?"

Me: "Well... I mean...(Long pause) Ok." I used to do that with my 'real' mom and still do from time to time, when I feel I get asked a question that second guesses something I've already said and has no better purpose than wasting time, I just say 'Ok' and leave them hanging. I don't do it to be mean, and I normally never even think about it. 'Ok' just works better than 'Open your eyes'. (Don't think I'm mean to my step Mom, I do love her.

(Even longer pause)

The door opens, Kami walk in and we both hang up.

Band practice was absolutely nerve wreaking, the first 30 minutes of so was filled up by Mr. Crumb (27 year old band director) telling us a bunch of rules and how we need to make the band our own and stuff. Mr. Crumb eventually got done and took us outside to start practicing marching in the blasing hot sun (I heard this year is, like... the driest year in the texas panhandle since something since almost forever (50+) years).

On the second day of band Mr. Wells (Older, but not OLD and not YOUNG, I would say he's in his mid 50's) Sent me to a separate room and told me to "Go ahead and set up a music stand" Mr. Wells has an extremely relaxed and thunderous voice, I imagine that would be what it sounds like if God talked to you, a soft gruffy voice that sounds like it's coming from all around you. Mr. Wells took about two minutes and them came in, along with a boy whose name I've forgotten now for the third time. I thought the boy had some kind of mental condition, but later I asked a boy who has decided to speak to me in a British accent indefinitely (I believe this is because at first he had misinterpreted my accent for being British, he then apologized for the confusion, introduced himself, which inevitably followed by me forgetting his name ), he said that Bandanna Boy (he wore a bandanna that day) isn't really... Retarded... but he did have a mental condition when he was younger. Charles (so named for purpose of reference) continued to tell me that Bandanna Boy was actually very smart, 'a genius' is what he called Bandanna Boy.

The next two days (being yesterday and today) were nothing worth stretching out.

Yesterday:

Didn't see Bandanna Boy.Charles still BritishNot going into separate room for practice anymore. disappointing.After nobody else volunteered to pray at Band Picnic Charles stepped up, first time I heard him speak without false accent.Found out that 'Drum Majors' don't play drums, saved myself future embarrassment.Grama said that we're all invited for lunch tomorrow (early so there is time for the food to settle in my stomach before band)

Today:

Didn't know when Neil and dad were going to be done working on broken sprinkler, took Neil's pick-up took gramas' (it's about half a mile from us and out in the country) for lunch.Josh was also at Gramas'Josh explained to us the Rashal (His wife) had him on a diet, he's allow nine drops a day... Drops of what?After everybody, except fo Josh who didn't, finished eating, Josh offered took take me into town for band. Yes.Had a marching contest at the end of band, I messed up on the first drill and was out!Grama and I went to the snow-cone stand, called 'The Snow Cone Zone'. Stupid name. Grama always gets a Grape snow-cone and I think she's converted me from 'Tigers Blood' to Grape as well.Before we drove off from 'The Snow Cone Zone' she laid out a bunch of pennies, nickles, dimes and kwaters on the center console and explained te value of each to me. I honestly didn't know it.Don't know what brought it on, but on the way home Grama gave me A TALK. It included the basics of being what to do if being bullied and keeping away from drugs.Got up the courage to type a review of the last few days.Fingers = numb.