HFCS: effika’s blog

So how was your weekend? Good, yes? I’ll tell you about mine.

Friday started out as a total drag. I got out of work late, the office that I turn my timesheet into was closed, and the weather was dusty and windy and hot. Charles and Paul and I had decided to go see Sin City on Saturday, but when I called to confirm it with Chuck he told me that he was going to see it on a date instead so Paul and I couldn’t come along. Or at least that’s what he told me. After work I went over to Paul’s to see if he knew Charles couldn’t go.

Did you want to go ahead and see Sin City with me tonight?

–No.

Saturday?

–Maybe, probably not. My family is supposed to come into town but I don’t have any idea when.

Would you like to hang out now, since I’m already through on campus?

–No.

I’ve noticed you don’t seem to like me as much as you used to– you never want to hang out anymore.

–This is not a conversation I want to have right now.

What?

–It might be pretty long.

I’m hoping it would be short.

–This is not a conversation I want to have right now.

(The conversation goes on like this for a few more minutes, during which I glean that Jason certainly doesn’t like me very much, but at least he doesn’t dislike me. Paul refuses to tell me what he thinks of me– I don’t know whether he doesn’t wish to hurt me, if I’m just not worth the time and effort to explain it to me, or if he’s so amazingly passive that he’s unwilling to tell me anything that might cause drama.)

I spent a few minutes beating up my steering wheel after that little exchange. To appease my disappointment and rage I stopped by Hasting’s on the way home and purchased the new Beck release, Guero. Finally, at about 6pm I got home, exhausted physically (I probably walked the full length of campus (~2 miles) 5 times that day) and emotionally (after the jolt with Paul I called Charles to gauge his opinion on me, which didn’t go well, and I think I made a pretty big mistake doing that). I was not in any kind of mood to be alone that night. I considered calling Dave to see what’s going on, but Dave’s weekend plans usually involve cheap vodka and I didn’t feel like getting wasted. I asked Garret what he was up to, and lo and behold he and some friends were going to see Sin City that very night! At 7.30! In Bricktown! No time to shower, so I changed clothes and hoped a good spritz of body spray would cover it. I was seeing it with guys, afterall– there was a good chance that at least one of them hadn’t even changed boxers that week.

The drive was long, and I didn’t eat dinner until after the movie, but overall it was a good trip. We watched the movie (which rocked) in probably the most state-of-the-art movie theater in the entire state. While stuck in traffic going back I called up Jason to try to gain more insight into all the drama crap that Thai seems to have started with me. Jason reminded me that Thai is probably the worst person to take opinions on social situations from, and that my only problem (as he saw it) was that I never spoke in groups. That didn’t explain Paul or Charles’s behavior, but I’ve come to the conclusion that Thai is utterly wrong about there being anything wrong with how I behave. Other people have found my personality endearing. Nobody who plays a musical instrument or sings seems to have a problem with me– all the friends I’ve made in classes do one of the two– so maybe that’s closer to where I belong. I just wish that those people I consider my close friends would act more like it, rather than being such pansy fair-weather flowers.

Friday was longer than I thought. Saturday was mostly uneventful, so perhaps I’ll save it for later. :-)

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