Lonely Fridays

I cannot believe that I am sitting here, in front of my computer, on a Friday night during sem break. In a way, I kind of expected that today wouldn’t be a very good day because it didn’t have a good start. But I didn’t think I’d be staying home tonight. This is all Stephen’s fault. For some magical reason, he is avoiding Chris and me. We called him about four times yesterday to finalize our plans and each time I got through, the maid gave some ridiculous excuse or other as to why Stephen couldn’t go on the phone. Finally, I called him on his cell phone this morning because I knew he’d be at school, and he actually cancelled my call. It’s confirmed–once again, he is mad at us for something we didn’t do. Or for a reason we don’t know. It’s so annoying when Stephen gets mad at Chris and I because he avoids us like the plague and refuses to give a coherent explanation for that. What’s his problem? I don’t get why he does that. I mean, we aren’t kids anymore. I thought that college might have matured him even just a little, but I guess I was wrong.

Since Stephen’s the one with the car, Chris and I had to forget our plans for tonight and decided to just see each other sometime next week. For about two minutes, I felt kind of bummed about being gimmick-less. Then suddenly, I remembered Plan Number Two.

Angelica invited me to go to this concert at Alabang, and she’s been dying to go because her long-time crush Ryan would be there. She’s liked him ever since seventh grade and although she has had lots of opportunities to talk to him, she has never so much as smiled at him before. She doesn’t really know how to magpaka-kapal ng mukha, as we call it in Filipino. Its literal translation goes something like “make your face thick”, but it actually has something to do with not giving a damn about what anyone thinks and doing what to have to do in order to get what you want. Anyway, I promised to help her out with Ryan if my plans with Stephen and Chris fall through. So I called her this morning and asked if we’d still be going to the concert, and she said we would. What a relief.

I spent my afternoon studying for the SATs so my parents could see that I’m still concerned about my future. And then, half an hour before she was supposed to pick me up, she called and told me that our plans were cancelled. Her dad had to use the car cos he somewhere else to go, and we had no transportation. I had none either, and we couldn’t very well take a taxi since it would take us at least an hour to get to Alabang, what with the Friday-night traffic and all. We tried to think of people who might be going to Alabang so we could hitch a ride with them. But Kriya and Glaiza are partying at Libis, and all of Angelica’s friends live in Alabang and won’t go out of their way just to pick us up. Although Angelica didn’t go to school yesterday, I wasn’t in the mood to tell her about what she missed (or what she didn’t miss). We said goodbye a few minutes later feeling glum and dispirited.

I spent the last hour looking at college promotional videos and re-establishing my relationship with my (acoustic) guitar. My guitar kicks ass. It’s a vintage Yamaha and it sounds like something Michelle Branch or John Mayer would use because it’s made out of thick rosewood. There’s nothing else like it in the world and I love it.