When I walked in the door, I was on the phone with my brother. I heard him yelling, and then told my brother to hold on.
"He's yelling at his mom," I told my brother.
"Is that what I heard? Why is he yelling at her? I thought she paid for all his stuff."
"Because his job barely pays anything, and he wants to be self-sufficient."
"Well," brother said, "if he yelled at me like that I'd kick his ass."
I walked back in, and he continued for a half-hour, littering his talk with "fucks" and "fucking's." At one point, he talked to his parents about people not liking him.
"You need to learn some responsibility," he told his mom.
Then I heard, "Did you just hang up on me? I will fucking kill you if you hung up on me." Then there was a silence. "Oh," he said, "it's on bitch."
And he's still going at it.
Tool's response, via his blog:
Can I Not Not Piss You Off...
Current mood: sad
Category: Life
Can I not not piss off my friends? It seems like even when I try to be a good friend it blows up in my face. Damn this sucks...
Then via MySpace bulletins:
Jan 12, 2006 3:27 PM
It's 5:15 but fuck it...
hey kids,
I'm bored and off for the next couple days...so if anyone wants to get all shitty. I've got booze and some mixers, you are always welcome to come and bring more if I don't have your poison...Yes it's 5:15 in the afternoon...but fuck it...if you don't have shit to do call me or send me a message because getting fucked up at 5:15 on a Thursday afternoon seems like a good idea.
He came in and asked if I'd seen
Hostel, then wanted to know if I wanted to go. I informed him again that I could get him in for free and had to check showtimes. "I gotta get a shower," he said.
"Well," I said, looking up the time online, "you've got an hour."
He takes the shower, then calls the girl of last night. "Hey," he asks her, "you still want to go see a movie? Because I was either going to see
Walk the Line again or
Hostel...
Hostel?...Oh, you can't? Well, let me call you back."
Then he walks into my room. "Would you mind if we go see something different?"
"I only wanted to see
Hostel," I say, giving him full permission to do whatever.
"Well, OK," he says. "Then me and you'll see that."
"You can go with her," I say, already disgusted that this flake played itself out in less than a half-hour.
"That would be very uncool of me to do that," he said. "You got me first! That's how it works."
As I started to write this, he kept coming back in, and I keep having to hide the window.
"I'm really proud of myself. Because a few months ago, when I had this bigger crush on her, I would've been like, 'Screw you Shane, going with [girl]!' WOO HOO! I'm really proud of myself."
When he walked in, I made sure to ask him about his night. He went into a normal length story about how weird his night; about how friend who he "has such a connection with" was acting weird tonight. It wasn't a tedious story at all, and it sounded annoying -- the first time. Then he repeated it. Three times. Then I segued into a joke about Nelly Fertado, who was on TV at that point. As usual, when the conversation came back around to me, he didn't hesistate to interrupt me: "'Scuse me." He then went to the bathroom to wash his hands. Then he walked back.
"But anyway. That was my night. That was weird. I mean, why can't things just be normal in my life? Why does everyone in my life have to be weird?" And the capper -- wait for it: "My life is a series of unfortunate events."
Then -- after a few months of turning him down every time he asks if I want to go out to eat with, "I don't have any money," or telling him outright that I don't go out so much because I don't want to waste gas money -- he asks, "I was thinking about dropping our phone line. If we do, you want to get an extra movie cable channel?"
"Which one of these looks better?"
He came in, before going to his job at the shoe store, wearing two different pairs of shoes and asked which one goes better with his jeans.
MySpace Bulletin:
Jan 2, 2006 3:42 PM
beer...land tonight kids! It's the first karaoke of the year. And what better way to welcome the new year than butchering other people's songs?
What else do you got goin' tonight...exactly!
Oh and I'm taking my cowbell...so you gotta go now!
Hope to see some of ya'll tonight,
For the second day in a row, he asked me if I wanted to go get something to eat. When he asked yesterday, I'd just eaten, and then when he asked an hour later, I reminded him and also mentioned that I didn't have any money. Today, he asked once, I said, "I'm good." Then, a half hour later:
"I know you said didn't want to go out, but if you were -- I know -- I know I'm sometimes short on cash and don't want to go out, but -- but if you're -- you can come along and we can share food with you."
I was at work when midnight stuck, and less than six minutes in, I got the following message from roommate:
"Happy new year"
Since I'd heard him singing along to Death Cab for Cutie's "The New Year" earlier that day, I replied with, "And I don't feel any different."
Then, thirteen minutes later, he replied back with:
"Happy new year"
Eleven minutes later:
"Happy new year"
When he woke up, he said, "Happy New Year."
"Happy New Year to you. You told me three times last night."
"I did?"
"Were you drunk?" I asked.
"No! I was pretty happy then, but no! Not that I need to be drunk to be happy. But." Then he grabbed his phone, mentioned someone else text messaging him twice, mentioned that he only message me once and that his phone would show that, mentioned the person who text messaged him twice again, then showed me the phone. I between each action, he said "
Weird!"
