Hollow, void, empty, whatever

You're my favourite moment, you're my Saturday.

My friend, he is so hung up on a girl, it's saddening. I take him out for frozen yogurt, and he can't quite believe me. He cannot believe how I think that frozen yogurt is the answer to everything. When we're finished with our yogurt, we go some place else with ice cream, because the yogurt hasn't helped. We stomach $16 worth of ice cream, and he's feeling much better. We even laugh at how the leaves fall off the trees around us.

I should've known it was only temporary, though. Within the next hour or so, he slips right back into "I- just- lost- the- love- of- my- life" mode. We park ourselves on a bench for the rest of the evening, as we wait for the street lamps to come on. He doesn't say much more.

I sit there, taking in gulps of Cola. This worries me. Drinking Coke is not only uncharacteristic of me, but I know that if we don't start talking about something soon, I'm going to have no choice, but to join him in being a sad Rana catesbeiana- Which really is, just the binomial name of the American bullfrog.

I keep myself busy, by trying to focus all my energy into killing the ants crawling around us. I also attempt blowing bubbles with my own saliva, but am unsuccessful. Then I shoot crushed ice into his ears. It doesn't seem to bother him at all, so I shoot till I'm out of ice. Finally, there's absolutely nothing left to do. Unless, I want to retie the shoelaces of my sneakers a second time. But I don't.

I feel a wave of nostalgia crash around me. The next thing I know, it's washed me out into the open sea, where I let myself spiral into..... Sadness, or whatever emotion it is that I'm feeling. Which I think is a refreshing change, from being "bored of emotions" for so long. (To be exact, since July 29 2008.) But quite frankly, I'd rather not be a sad American bullfrog. I'd really rather not be a sad American bullfrog.

I give myself until this afternoon, to snap out of the moping and pining. Anyway, we decide to watch a Thai horror film. We play Daytona for a couple of hours at the arcade before that, because the movie's only at midnight. We even race against a group of Chinese gangsters, who have VIP cards at the arcade. I emerge forth! But there're only 4 of us playing, so..... That's not too good, I guess.

Can't sleep..... Stay gold, you guys. I.... I I I I........ I want u. Back. Mine...... Rrrr