HFCS: effika’s blog

My days are getting monotonous. I suppose it’s time to spice everything up somehow… of course, right now that means getting Paul to let me borrow his NGE divx’s so I can finally see the end of that series. Ryan watched /Donnie Darko/ last night and loved it. I think tomorrow I’ll call around and see if I can get anybody to rent it with me, maybe get some snack food, make a night of it and all that.

Yesterday Jason called me asking me to go up to an 18 and over club with him and Kim. The club was about 2 hours away (strike one), so far it was just him and Kim going (strike two), and when he called he woke me up (strike three). The whole club scene really isn’t my thing, either. I have problems dancing to fast music unless I am uninhibited in some way (aka my “hippy dance” at the Fuel concert… contact high, I swear), and smoke doesn’t make my lungs happy at all.

Talked to Paul a little today. While we were conversing, suddenly his away message pops up saying he’s playing CS. Gee, thanks for finding a “polite” way to tell me you didn’t want to talk. He’s an odd one, Paul. Sometimes he’ll do really sweet things: he called me at the airport just as soon as he got into the US from Australia, just to chat. Sometimes he’ll tell me he loves me in the middle of an insult, or shield me when Thai’s in a mood to pillow fight. Sometimes he’ll completely ignore me for days on end. I’m very glad I’m not dating him– I wanted to for a very long time– for I don’t think I could deal with his hot/cold antics for very long.

Not that Ryan’s any easier to figure out. He’s just a set of different enigmas.