2004-10-18 - 4:28 PM

Saturday night, there was this thing called "Club Crawl" downtown, walking distance from our house. It sounded an awful lot like a clubbing experience that spanned several blocks.
I didn't go.
It surprises people, I think, when I'm resolute about something. Especially things like this, which sound suspiciously like I'm taking a stand against having fun and spending time with my friends.
But it wouldn't have been fun. Not for me. It would have been a fabulous attempt at manifesting the 7th level of my own personal hell. It would have made me go all tragically emo and lame, something I've already been fending off the past couple weeks, and I would have spent days afterward not wanting to so much as leave my room. So I took a stand while sitting, wished them all a good time, and set about playing obscene amounts of FF10.
About 11, Jenny and Brianne came back to the house, and realized they'd left their keys with someone else. Brianne struck me as a cool person, but I didn't know her at all, so there was this fabulous sort of social limbo, where for the life of me I could never figure out anything to talk about with her.
At some point, the three of us are talking about TV obsessions, and Brianne didn't want to name hers, she was slightly embarrassed about it. Deductive reasoning and a firm grasp on pop culture found it pretty fast.
"Dawson?"
"Ewe. No."
"WB?"
"...Yeah."
"Buffy?"
"Not quite..."
"Angel?"
"..."
"I loved their final episode."
At this point, she looked like she'd been hit by a train. We talked about how the series had this horrible tendancy to kill our favorite characters. She talked about liking "Hush" from Buffy, I asked what she thought of the musical episode.
5 minutes later, my attempt at an anti-social evening had 180'd, and I was sitting on my bed, watching the Buffy Musical episode with two girls, one of whom was quietly mouthing along to the dialog, and happily singing along to the songs. She knew every word of the episode.
It was at this point, I decided Brianne was made of pure awesome.
People started filtering home, and came into my room, and afterwards we watched Muppets music vids (because they rock), and talked about random stuff. Jenny and Brianne left, a guy named Roman and a girl named Heather slept in our living room, and we called it a night.
The next morning, at about 9, I was smoking a cigarette on the front porch, and Andrew sat next to me, munching on a bowl of Raisen Bran.
"You were right," he said, between munchings.
"You would have hated it."
Took a nap. It was the weekend, I was justified. Woke up sad, which weirded me out. I think I need to stop taking naps, or figure out how not to let them do that to me.
Later that day (Sunday, keep up with me) Jenny called. Brianne was in a choir that was performing later that day, would I like to come.
I came frightfully close to dozing during a couple of the songs. My eyes started unfocusing and blurring and stretching things, but a high note or a thunderous applause would snap me awake.
Jenny would laugh and put her head on my shoulder. Not in a dozey way, but in an affectionate sort of way. I grinned.
"Can I keep you?"
"Only after you quit smoking."
Honestly, if I could get that in writing, I'd probably be done by the next pack or so. I really like Jenny, it's like she radiates warmth, energy. It's something you pick up on automatically, as soon as you meet her.
She smiles with her whole face. I really like people who smile with their whole face.
Later, we were in the car, and she was making some sort of claim about the tastiness of Soy ice cream, and said something about liking picnics. I turned to her.
"We should go on a picnic." She got that "We get to do something totally random" gleam in her eye, and we got some of her weird ice cream, (actually sort of tasty) and went to a park, and sat down for a couple hours, chatting about nothing I can possibly remember.
After she dropped me off, my energy level suddenly plunged again.
The best way I can explain it, I think Sunday was just one of those volatile mood days. It was meant for a feeling of "eh...", but this utterly awesome girl picked me up and quality-timed me, so I was happy again. But then I got dropped back in day.
So I went to my room and watched The Graduate. It's a good sort of movie for blah days, because you can feel the characters better.
Nikki would come into my room and watch snippets of it, make tea and bring some to me, because she is also made almost entirely of awesome. At some point after the movie, absorbing her favorites in my music collection, my legs were flopped over hers and she rolled her head onto the crook of my arm and mumbled.
"Time fer seep."
Utter cuteness overwhelmed, and while I bid farewell to consciousness, I thought about the irony of it, my anti-social faux-pimp-like day.
One girl had said I could keep her. Another was falling asleep on my arm. I say faux, because beyond that and the occasional tickle-war, nothing's actually happened between myself and either of them.
Nikki mumbled "cold..." so I threw a blanket over us, grinning in the darkness.
"Yeah..." I mused in a sarcastic sort of way. "I'm complaining."
-Alex

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