Not yesterday, not today, not tomprrow. Next week? It takes faith to believe in next week. Some things weren't made for faith.
I turned 22 on Friday. Pretty good birthday. I saw the second half of Field of Dreams again in the morning. Nostalgia makes pussies of grown men, I've always loved that movie. The rest of the day I relaxed at home, did the traditional birthday dinner at home, then went out to SeVIIen Nightclub to celebrate a bunch of birthdays. Good times. Nicole had to leave early, but by that point I was too drunk to be overly sad about that. Danced til 3, got home around 4, ate cake and chatted with Tanya til 5. Woke up around 8. Good times. Lots of alcohol.
Saturday I bought Shox. I haven't bought new sneakers since before first year. What kind of black guy am I? That afternoon I sat and chatted with Julie and Deryk while sipping on some milo. West Indian styles! That night a few of us reached Amy's house for a collective birthday party for the Malvern geminis. Good Times. Less alcohol.
Sunday was wonderland. Fun like friendship. You can't spend 5 hours standing in sweltering heat (in a lineup for rides you been on before) with just anybody. I'm an agreeable person, but under those conditions I normally would have had thoughts of killing the other person and dumping the body behind the water park. Nicole is still alive, although. In fact as the time progressed the day became increasingly fun, and our jokes became increasingly disturbing. Lack of inhibition is a beautiful thing. After that was Pat's kbbq. I gotta tell you, I've never grilled vegies myself before, but they turned out alright. The meat was great too. I came home smelling like smoke and food. Good times. Only 1 drink.
It's June now. It's been over a month since the banquet. Over a month since I nervously told Nicole I liked her; like her. The feelings don't seem to be entirely mutual. I'm a nice guy and all, but... I probably shouldn't even blog about this but I will.
The Jamil of 2 years ago might have thought, "Oh no, someone will read this and tell Nicole and I'll be ruined!" The Jamil of 1 year ago might have thought, "Well hey, I shouldn't air out my business online about Nicole, it wouldn't be fair to her, having people ask her, 'Did you know Jamil likes you?' and so on. " Jamil today thinks, it's my business, and this is how I deal with it. And really it's not a big secret. I can lie to myself about a lot of things, but not everything. This is really not something I'm scared to admit. Truth be told, hardly anybody reads this thing anyway! haha.
So in conclusion, AMAZING weekend, no regrets thanks to everyone. It seems clear that I am unlucky in love again. Oooh sweet sorrow, when will love finally come a knockin'? Not yesterday, not today, not tomorrow. Next week? It takes faith to believe in next week. Some things weren't made for faith.
Some things were made for action!
Shit I'm late for soccer.
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