Saturday, January 14, 2006
1:18 PM
Well, it's that time again. Time to post something with the hopes that it comes out witty and charming or time to throw that thought into the wind and spew my inner-most thoughts onto a page on the internet for anyone to see. It is saturday, and i'm back in the LC. Can't say this is my favorite place to be, but my friends are more important to me than a weekend in a city I actually enjoy. I can't really say that my weekend has been all that amazing, though. I'm of course having friend problems, again. This time, however, I just can't seem to shake it after ranting for a while in a journal or a blog. I'm done. He isn't treating me like a best friend anymore. It's like after five months of talking to someone everyday, and getting used to the familiarity of that conversation every evening, I'm left high and dry. Maybe he is just a fickle jerk or maybe I should just get a life. I just don't want to lose the best friend i've had in a long time.
My mom dyed my hair today. It looks pretty spiffy. It's dark brown. No highlights, no Burgundy, just brown. I'm fine with brown, it suits me, I think.
So, I'm leaving my Viz Lit class and my friend, Luke, who is 6'9" tall (and cute, I might add...) is leaving just ahead of me. As I make my way towards the door to head out into the beautiful weather we happened to be having that day, Luke stops, makes a witty comment about the class and holds the door for me. I smile, and shyly agree, and even though it wasn't that funny, I giggle out of sheer nervousness. We step out of Richards Hall into the bright morning sun, and Luke and I start making small talk about our teachers and classes and we start heading back to our dorms. I listen as he describes his dislike for a certain teacher, but have a hard time of actually making eye contact with him due to the major height difference. As we make our way to the corner of vine street, I prepare to say goodbye and head off towards my humble home of Schramm Hall to realize that Luke has followed me across the street. In a state of confusion, as this is where most Abel Hall residents turn to head to their dorms, I just keep walking trying to listen to what he is talking about. We finally get to the Schramm parking lot, and Luke and I finally say our "goodbye!" and "see ya on wednesday!"s, I head to my dorm, a little confused and a little giddy. It was a small gesture to walk me home, but it really took my mind off of a certain jerk that is the bane in my existence these days. I don't think he realizes just how nice it actually was. It turned out to be a very good day. I needed it.