Happy Birthday to Me
So it's my birthday, and I'm feeling as weird as ever. I'll try to make this entry a little more coherent than the last one. Woke up around noon, and mom put a vase of carnations on my dresser with a nice card. Spent most of the day lounging around my house, switching between The First Wives Club and a Jack Black marathon on Comedy Central. I felt like Sybil today. I'd be depressed, then suddenly optimistic, then numb, then almost happy, then apathetic again. I don't know what my problem is, but hopefully it will subside. Anyway, after making myself some yummy vegetarian fajitas, Vance called and picked me up. I just got back, actually. We parked downtown by the railroad tracks where the three of us used to go everyday during summer, and he played me the new album he recorded. Nine tracks, and they're all good, Pete Yorn-ish, slow songs. Very sad sounding, and his soft voice contributes to that. He really does have a talent. He wrote a lot this semester but hasn't done a show since the one in Austin, which was in late October. He's also been doing a lot of drugs, way more than I realized. A two week long coke binge was the lowest point, but he hasn't done any since. Don't know what to think of that. There was a time when I would've been worried, but I don't really feel anything. I guess that's because I haven't been around to see him do it. I just don't want him to fuck up his chances at doing something with his life, because like I said, he's too talented. He was telling me about how all the guys have changed since we graduated. Apparently Tim has a warrant out for his arrest and is still chained to Madison. He's become a violent asshole to the point where none of the guys can stand him anymore. Vishal smokes pot four times a day and even tried to take advantage of Erica while she was drunk at a party. That really makes me sad. He used to be one of the nice guys. Grayson is still Grayson, as far as I know. Will became less of an asshole, which surprises me to no end. Vance even hung out with Chris over the break, which I didn't want to know about. I'd prefer not to hear the name in conversation. It's just weird to hear all this nonsense. It's 6:30 now, and Manoj still hasn't called me. Think I'm going to give up in that department. I don't feel like punishing myself anymore. It doesn't even feel like my birthday. Oh well. Whatever. I'll probably call Nathan back and spend some time with him. I don't really feel like it, but I don't want to be a bad friend. I'm just not in the most social of moods at the moment. I guess that's it for now. Sorry to anybody who put the time into reading this. Pointless bitching. My apologies.