{Rosas Rosadas}

Tuesday, March 27. A day that will go down in infamy-- in my book at least. And it all began, and found its root with: roses (all pun intended).

So this day was in direct succession with the crappy monday in which the post before this one was written. With Sarah and I being so down in the dumps that day, I decided to do something I had been planning and wishing and preparing for for several weeks. I was going to buy her flowers. And not just buy her flowers. I was going to give her flowers. I had an elaborate scheme all planned out, right down to a mental screenplay complete with a script, that had required practice in order that it come out just right. Little did I know the aftershocks of this little venture.

A little background: Sarah and I are music majors. This requires us to spend copious amounts of time in practice rooms, practicing our pieces with a diligence that can only come from the musically elite. So, basically, I knew she where and when she was going to be practicing-- and this made things extremely easy for me. The whole plan was going to work out perfectly.

I awoke at 7am, left the dorm at 7:45ish, and started walking to the nearest supermarket, where, as advertised, a huge assortment of fresh cut blossoms displayed their fineries to the world, in hopes of being selected and placed in the arms of a dazzling young lady. This was exactly what I intended to do. After a good 10 minutes of perusing the fare, I had my fancy on a lovely little number called "rosas rosadas". Pink roses. 12 of them. Hooah. Sold.

I really can't really remember the walk back to school, because of 1) my excitement, and 2) because I was busy rehearsing my lines and repeatedly replaying the entire coming scene in my head. Hey, I'm a dedicated man when it comes to these things. Everything has to be perfect.

I got back to Moody around 8:15, and scurried up to Doane 3 with a touch of franticness. This was the trickiest part of the whole business. My greatest fear was that Sarah would either be arriving just as I was, or was in the halls and would see me. Luckily, neither happened. In fact, she wasn't even there yet! This was perfect, I could take my time with everything. No rush.

Within 10 minutes or so, I heard that ever-so-delightful voice come a-lilting through the air. She was chatting it up with someone, and within a few more moments she had unlocked the door and was safely in the nest of room 301, her favorite practice room. I gave her a few minutes to get settled...

Apparently, I couldn't stand it for very long, because I heard the curtain rise, and...oh! There's my cue. Time for the show to begin.

(I find it better to share what happened next in a somewhat movie-script-like format)

Aidan walks to practice room, in which Sarah Liv Skaarland sits, unexpectadly, playing the piano. He holds the bouquet in his left hand, and leans forward, against the wall, looking through the doors tiny window.
[Knock knock knock]
[Door opens]


"Aidan! Hi! How are you?"
[Aidan hangs his head, rubs his eyes with his right hand, and pinches the bridge of his nose]
"I'm good. Yeah."
"Are you okay? [insert worried look] Is something wrong?"
"No, I'm fine. Something happened. Uh... did you see what was outside the door here?"
"No...?"
"I think there's something out here for you..."
[Aidan turns, grasps the bouquet in both hands, his back to Sarah. Slowly turning to her, he reveals what is in his hands]


And cut. Yeah, pretty short little dramatic denouement, but still. Everything went exactly as planned. She gasped, hugged me, gasped again, told me how sweet I was, gasped, told me I was wonderful.... etcetera  etcetera. Unfortunately, she also came out of the practice room, and locked the keys inside. Whoops. I offered to hold the flowers for her, so she could go and get public safety and get the room reopened. Oh no. "I will hold these." She brusquely told me, and then with a "I'll be back soon!" she traipsed away, with the bouquet nestled gently in her arms. I went and practiced piano, and a half an hour later, she returned. The flowers were in vases in her room, and she her practice room was reopened. Now that the scene had ended, the aftershock of her surprise had set in.

"Well now I don't feel like practicing at all! What do you want to do?" she said
"Coffee?" I said.
"Sure!"

The events following were generally scattered throughout the day. We went to Starbucks, got coffee, and sat in the window, and talked till chapel. While we talked, Sarah proceeded to write about what had happened on Twitter, and then change every background on her phone and ipod to a picture of the blossoms in the vases in her room. That was a proud moment for me. This whole plan was as great a joy to me as it was to her. Though I think she can argue at having the better time of it.

After chapel, we parted ways, and went to our classes. During that time till band, when we would next meet, I was told by one of her girlfriends how special what I had done was, and how I had "scored some serious points". Aahhh. I love it. I am flipping awesome. What also happened, which I was unaware of at the time, was that Sarah, so flustered and-- if I may be so bold as to put it this way-- twitterpated, at the whole event, didn't exactly pay ample attention in class, and as a result, wasn't quite in the exact knowledge of the information needed for a certain amount of questions on the forthcoming exam.

Hooah. I didn't think my charm could do that...Hm. I could get used to this.

There you have it, folks. A little tale of how I swooped in, swept the fair damsel off her feet, and made the day just a little bit brighter for the both of us. Is there pride? Oh yes. Is there more of a throb in our hearts? I sure hope so. Lady's and gents, watch out. Moody's cutest couple has now been engulfed in a new wave of infatuation.


Hooah.

Pissed Off at the World

There are times in our lives when the only thing we can do is be absolutely, one-hundred-percent, frankly, and furiously pissed off at the world. There may be a reason, and there may not be a reason. But whatever. I'm mad. You're mad. Lets be mad together.

Today was just a crappy day. Crappy crappy crappy. It wasn't a catastrophe, and it wasn't a disaster; it was simply the perfect combination of good and just enough bad to make it uncomfortably and irritably bad. Like my day was a trying to survive drowning and had just barely got its chin above water, only to find out that it was too late. Too much water in the lungs. Dead. 

It started out fine! It did! Really! I hopped out of bed at 6:45am and felt fresh. Alive. Invigorated. Theory went fine, I turned in my homework, I took notes in class. I learned the days lesson. 

Then I meandered up to Doane 3. Practiced piano for a little bit. Then Sarah came in. That was a sunshine on my face. A breath of spring air in my lungs. I was happy! 

But, she was not as optimistic as I, and with good reason. She didn't sleep well, and missed the tranquility of Alaska. I did too, but was more satisfied with my current location. So, I comforted her the best I could. When she is down I feel down, and want to try my best to lift her up and make her feel loved and appreciated, or just more at ease about what's going on in life.

Alas. My day was about to lose some altitude. Research Writing. Did not go so well. I hadn't done the homework, and felt terrified about her calling on me to answer a question about the assignment I didn't do. Whoops. Bad way to start the second half of the semester in that class. But, we move on.

Payroll time! My pay wasn't quite right, so after lunch I headed up to the financial department in Crowell, and asked who I needed to talk to in order to straighten my paycheck out. I was informed that the lady who usually works that department had decided to leave early today. Monday afternoon, 1:30pm, and she had conveniently decided to "leave early for the day".

In summary, a simple and I think poignant question was seared on my mind:

DOES ANYONE ELSE FREAKING WORK AROUND HERE OTHER THAN ME?!?!

But, patience my dear man. Patience. Easy. Come back tomorrow, and do it then. 

Aaaaaaaah. I'm better.

So I went and did some other basic housekeeping, did some homework, made some appointments, etc. I was assuring myself that I wouldn't let those two little blows crash my proverbial airplane of a day. But try as I might, I could solidly come to terms with myself. I was not doing great. So, I texted Sarah, in hopes that company would remedy my plight. It did, and at 3:30pm, we set out on a walk through the park and through the sunny streets of our fair city. Hand in hand, we quietly perused the huge churches and cathedrals that were near campus. We even went to Ghiradelli's and got free chocolate. But unfortunately, Sarah felt a tad ill, and was still not having the best day. No fault of hers, because these kinds of days just happen. Ironically, we were both having that kind of day. 

Please be assured that we both did our upmost to bring a light mood to the day. We both tried to ease whatever burdens the other had in some way or another. It didn't always work. But at least we tried. No fault of either of us.

But alas. After dinner, at which the second person of the day had told us that we were the cutest couple ever, (the first was a sweet little school girl who saw us sitting on a park bench, my arm around Sarah and her head on my shoulder) we had Oratorio. Choir from 7:30pm to 9pm. That was the final straw. Broke the camels back for both of us. 

So now, we sit, two "Eeyore"'s. Not amiss with eachother. Just a little pissed off at the world.