The Types of Notes I Write

Very often in class, or in any of my freetime, I will take a piece of paper and write, in tiny font, cursive or print, the swirling thoughts which have lately been inspired by Dave. This is something similar, as I do occasionally reference this tendency in my work. I've recently taken to answering the question, "How are you?" not with "good," "ok," or another term of relative indifference, but with "Fantastic," or "Excellent." This general haze of happiness is intermittently punctuated by moments of manic anxiety or late night melancholy. But since my birthday, the contented peace I've been living with is sublime. There have been times I worry I am not seeing my friends as often as I should, but I made attempts at remedying that this weekend. My change has already come to pass, I am very aware. My priorities have shifted from the last time I took notice. Perhaps it was a gradual transition, and I cannot find Dave an influence for my waning interests, but perhaps it is in a way I do not realize.

1. First and foremost, loyalty among friends and the time to develop it.
Sweet nothings for Sarah and Gina. Music, politics, communism, and the world before us in the presence of Nicki. Frustrated rants on school, band, relationships, and the general time of things with Abby. Particle physics, the scum of the internet, and all the general, hilarious irony I can find for Matt. Questioning art and exploration of my beloved Viv in Philly. Angry musings and silly, secret realizations with Trisha. Keeping up with each other and general sharing of experience with my big brother figure, Jeff. Even making sure I interact with my real brother figure, Jack.
2. Secondly, my breath taking romantic interest, Dave
There was no particular friendship to speak of, before our venture into whatever beautiful relationship we have. Despite this, the simple happiness and wild pleasure he inspires brings such a comfort to not feel so very alone. Unique in ways I can only dream, his intellect is on a plane unlike any I have met, and a humor of a more refined, and slightly more relevant, Steve Goff. I am in very few ways equal, but this conglomeration of quirks and behavioral oddities makes me comfortable as only a small number have achieved.
3. Marching Band
Strange as it is, with my desperate dislike of the original songs, a greater dislike of how dissimilar our rewritten music is, and the time dedication, I hold it in very high regard. Our two freshmen are exemplary personalities I have failed to connect with. Though I hope an introductory party will change that.
4. Hi-Q
Maybe it's only so high because there have been no other major organization I would dedicate my time to, but there has been a severe decline in my interest for this particular establishment. Personality clashes especially, and the recent "innovations" in our memorization practices have a lot to do with it, but it's also the very distinct change from what it felt like my freshman year.
5. Indoor Drumline
Only so far because it is not a direct issue time-wise, the decimation of our potential members pool has caused significant morale issues among everyone, including the still cumbersome pit. Outstanding personalities with general talent have left, and the void is not being replaced by students eager to fill it.
6. Speak UP
Also relegated to such a low position simply because the other organizations are of more direct importance. The numbers of this group have caused issues with distractions that otherwise cannot be overcome. But rather than informed students with ideas to discuss and question, there are loud, unrelated comments that, while hilarious, serve no purpose.
7. Schoolwork?
I'm sticking it to the man with very negative reflections on my grades
I wish I had art class instead of math.

Throw Family somwhere in there and you got me about covered.

Spirit Fingers

"Meh it was an okay sleep. Haha I just got "a request to take a leave of absence" (fired). :P"
-Dave

"Yay! (spirit fingers)"
-me

"Lol spirit fingers."
-Dave

"Ow I just burned my spirit fingers on a hot plate from the microwave."
-Dave

"I was like "Ah my spirit fingers!" and my dad called me a faggot."
-Dave

":\ I almost said "Not these spirit fingers!" accompanied by the shocker, but then I imagined the ensuing conversation and thought better of it."
-Dave

Maybe I won't skip Homecoming. I have to use that damned dress sometime. I'd always like to wear it to school over jeans with a sweater though. While I knew we could slowdance not at the dance, and we'd have to put up with the rest of the horrible music, they might play Never Gonna Give You Up.