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miscommunication is my middle name

10-2-'^o1: 9:48am

is miscommunication a word? i don't know. if it wasn't, it is now.

since there is nothing to do in this town unless you like to drink and go to frat parties, i sat around most of the weekend. sunday night, after a day of frustrating two hour violin practice sessions and much hair pulling, becky and i rented a vcr and ferris bueller's day off so we could sit around and eat pints of our favourite flavours of ben and jerry's.

unfortunately, the only flavours of b&j they were currently stocking down at mo-street were various nutty ones. what happened to my phish food frozen yogurt? i feel cheated.

so i decided it would be nice to invite wayne over to watch the movie with us, as becky was going around to all the rooms on the south side inviting anyone who was around. sadly, i got to his room to find it locked and vacant . so i left a note that went sometime :

"wayyyyyyyyyyyyne

come visit me when you get home! we have cinnimon rolls!"

as i was shutting the door around 11pm [ not everyone shares me emphatic love of the don ellis orchestra, i'm quite sorry to say ], he came leaping down the hall.

"you have cinnimon rolls?" he jumped up and down.

"yeah." i walked over and opened the container. becky's mum had made them for us. "help yourself." i extended the tupperware container his direction.

"thanks."

and i asked him how his trip went as i turned on don ellis orchestra live at montreux [ track two, loneliness ], he asked me how my weekend went, et cetera. i started complaining about my audition music, which was just above impossible.

"you shouldn't worry about it, you'll get a good chair because you're cute." i think i blushed when he said that. i KNOW i giggled. so much for being cynical.

"but do you want to go to breakfast tomorrow?" he asked.

"uh....yeah, i'd love to." we had the same music theory class to get to monday morning. a class, might i add, that i tested out of. "what time?"

"how about....8:15?"

and so it was set and he turned to go out the door.

"goodnight!" i said behind him.

he turned around. "sweet dreams."

so he left and i flipped the cd to "go no-go" and bounced around my room for awhile. making sure the door was closed first. yes, i was happy. shut up.

so the morning came and i got up and showered and got dressed and got all my stuff together. we never specified where we were going to meet, so i figured we'd find each other or meet in the lobby by the elevators. i stopped by his room but no one was there, so i headed over to the lobby and sat down. and waited.

and waited.

and finally had to leave because i had to get down to the music building. as i was walking into the pub, i spied a group of people walking down the stairs from the back. even without my glasses on i could see the red hair.

needless to say, i wasn't a very happy camper.

so i spent the day worrying and wondering and occasionally being angry but deep down thinking that i didn't really blame him for standing me up. being that i tested out of theory, i didn't see him until band when he was talking to chelsea and helping to load the pit equipment onto the truck to get it to the field. as i walked in, he gave me this look...the wide-eyed surprise look that i think is unique to him. at least...i've never seen anyone else do it. like lane except more of a passive look than an aggressive one.

"where were you this morning?" that was him, even though we kind of started talking at the same time.

"i stopped by your room, then waited in the lobby..."

"i was waiting in the lobby..."

"upstairs?"

"uh...no...downstairs...."

look at each other. silence. i laughed.

he gave kind of a screwed up look. "oops!"

damnit. my stupidity strikes again.

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