HFCS: effika’s blog

Well… Friday was a very tiring day. That was the day that Jason wanted me, Ryan, Paul, Charles, and Aaron to celebrate his birthday with him at Hooter’s.

Jason asked us to meet us at his dorm in Edmond around 6. We waited for Aaron to come over so he can follow us, and about 5.40 we we left for our cars. Then we found out that Aaron has left his lights on for the fifth time this year, and needed a jump. Around 6.10 we left Norman, but we called Jason to let him know we’d be late, and he said it’s cool.

Around 6.40 we got to Edmond. Paul and I were quite hungry, and figured we were going to eat, and eat soon. Jason asked us to wait for Matt to get here, so we waited… and waited… and waited… Jason called him and we found out he’s been at Wal-Mart… so we waited… and waited… and around 7.50 we leave (in Paul’s car and in Aaron’s car) for the Hooter’s in Bricktown.

Hooter’s, what can I say. Average and expensive food. We sit around and tell the same stories we always tell everytime we see Jason. It’s become something of a habit. When we left around 10, Aaron suddenly remembered he had to be back at his frat house for a party at 10.30 and said he can’t take Matt and Jason back to Edmond like he originally said he would. This sparked a heated argument, and in the end Charles rode back to Norman with Aaron so there would be room in Paul’s car to take Jason and Matt back. Everyone agreed at that point that Aaron is something of a prick, to say the least.

Paul, Ryan and I had a long ride back to Norman, spending much of the time commenting on how badly the night went. I felt so sorry for Paul having to drive and not really getting anything out of it. When we got back to Norman I was exhausted. I fell asleep in Ryan and Paul’s dorm while Charles tried to watch a movie of some sort. It was a tiring day.

This morning I went to the review for my zoology midterm next week, then to Paul and Ryan’s dorm. At 4 Ryan had to go clean up the place he and his engineering group used to build their Rube Goldberg-style can crusher, and so Paul and I were alone in the dorm for a while. I fell alseep trying to study, and Paul woke me about 5 asking if I want to go to Wal-Mart with him. Even though I needed to grocery shop I said no, for I was half asleep. He nods and quietly closes the door on his way out. He’s gone for about an hour. I use this time in the dorm– Paul and Ryan’s– to think about stuff and read. Summary of my thinking: I’m comfortable being in their dorm alone (I’m over there so much I’m practically a resident now. It’s annoying not to have my own key.), and I’m concerned that Paul’s back to listening to Manson and not talking very much again. Anyway, Paul came back after about an hour, and we did what we do best– sitting in comfortable silence reading and whatnot trying to stave off boredom– for about another hour until Ryan came home.

Then after that it’s a blur involving Tangerine Spice lotion and Ryan and Hasting’s and Counterstrike.

Lately I’ve been thinking about how incredibly much Paul means to me. I’m amazed at myself. I want to see how he ages. I want to be there when we realize we’ve got wrinkles. I want to know what he looks like when he’s middle-aged.

I care about Ryan very much too, but it’s a different feeling. Very different. Which is probably for the best– I’d hate to ever have to choose between the two. I don’t think I could do it. Thankfully I don’t have to. What I feel for Ryan works much differently than what I feel for Paul.

Hmmm… Kea’s gone for the weekend, I think. She took her purple security quilt with her. She didn’t tell me she was going, but if the quilt’s gone she’s out of here. Odd. Well, night everyone.