I'm just teasing man!

We've all heard stories of how when boys are young they tease girls or annoy them, and then when asked why they're doing that, why they're pulling their pigtails, they say its because they hate them. In reality though, it's because they really really like them. I do that with a lot of people. My sister can definitely attest to that, with how much I tease and make fun of her. The same with Sephram/Alex, I probably used to make fun of him and mess with him more then just about anyone I know. I still do that with some people, though I'm not quite sure if they realize it or not.

I'm sure he'll read this eventually, but I'd like to dedicate the greater portion of this post to my roommate. Nabil Abdun Nur Khandker. The guys all notice probably how much I poke fun at him, how much I hate his ugly green kurta, but whether or not he's realized it by now, I love the guy like my own flesh and blood. It's awkward writing that because he'll probably be reading this, so this whole time I'm writing this post I'm picturing what exactly he'll be thinking while reading it.

It'll probably be late late in the night, like... after 2:00 A.M. I bet when he reads that line he'll look at the time in the corner to see what time it really is. It's definitely wierd singing the praises of someone when you know they'll be reading it. It's probably better to put it out of my head for now and just write. I could write every greivance I have, every mannerism he has that upsets me, but why go airing out dirty laundry, right?

The reason I'm writing this is because he's had his surprise birthday party tonight. The logistics of who helped plan it aren't really important, and though I didn't attend, I'm really happy that the people that did it for him did it. Surprises are fun, we all enjoy them when they're in good taste.

Let's face it though, the guy is a rocker, he deserves that kinda thing. He possesses every characteristic of a rocker, more so then myself. He stays up until 4 A.M. playing the guitar, something that I'm nothing short of envious of. The thoughts that go through a man's head at those times, in those situations are pretty big ones, ones that I feel shouldn't be forgotten. I'm jealous of the rabid following he has, and only wish that I could have something similar. He's one of the only people I know that actually listens to the same music that I do, something that as most people who've read even a few posts at this point would realize.

He's the type of person that'll stand by you... though quietly, he'll stand by you. He makes very economical use of his words, and won't speak unless spoken to most of the time. Sure I'm aware that those same mannerisms irk the hell outta me, but how do you expect someone to change after they've lived their life that way for twenty years? Oops, twenty one come Tuesday, huh? I was going to buy you a UFC t-shirt from Hot Topic... but it was twenty bucks. Who wants to put a price of twenty bucks on our relationship?! Ok that's a weak excuse, if you want the shirt let me know. How about instead... I go public with this blog, just for you? Ok so public... my version of public is I'll make the link in my profile bigger... C'mon, whaddya expect? I'm a college student after all!

In honor of Nabil, I won't say much in this post. Instead I'll continue through with the same quiet confidence, the same "I know a lot more then I'm telling you" attitude. If you really want to know more you'll have to ask me. I apologize for not joining you tonight, I can't possibly put my heartache aside for it. You mean more then you'll know to me though, and I appreciate your "not necessarily always there" company. I'd take a bullet for you. This one's for you buddy.