Introvert Love Story (WORKING TITLE) Chapter II "The Morning After"

Waking up was easier today. (thank god)
because my ears were definitely still ringing from last night.
I'm pretty sure Salv drove me home then went home himself pretty fast.
I remember him saying something of getting hit in the pit by someone who was trying to hit someone else but hit him instead. He didn't look too bad though. His lip looked mostly normal and aside from the side of his jaw being a bit purple he was right as rain.
We were sent our class schedules this past wednesday (last minute of course) and since our first day of university was about a day away we figured it would be a good idea to finally see what order they put these useless classes in.
"Training in the creative use of audio as a sound engineer" didn't come in until about fourth.
Well.. I guess it was all really that.
Classes like "System set up and tear down" and "cabling snakes and connectors" weren't as appealing as ones like "venue acoustics" and "sound system equipment".
For the most part it looked like only a class a day, then a day off. Just like kindergarden.. sigh. With the work load they give you and that they still expect you to conceptualize and go to shows that they're not paying for (although I've often seen them backstage or behind the mix boards at these show.
Well.. not the heavy ones. I'd still expect more than a day between classes.

You'd think being the guys we are we'd spend our last day together before school really having a good time together maybe inside listening to some vinyl.
But nothing ambitious was on my mind today.
Besides maybe wishing I knew that girl from last night. and that I would have been able to say anything.
I actually willed and wished it so intensely that I almost hit the wall.
Why couldn't I talk to people?
Why couldn't I talk to girls?
My two best friends have known me since grade school, and apparently our mothers were all friends long before that So they were as natural as brothers.
I concluded that with conversation I had no experience.
Thus nowhere to take the conversation Hence no conversation.
See the problem? Kind of like "you need experience to get a job but you can't get experience without having a job."
I don't even think I talked to Sal that day. Although I saw he listened to about 30 black flag and circle jerks songs posted to Last.fm he was really getting into that punk scene if he was into Darby Crash..
The sleep was alright.