Polly has gone from being hard to contact to being literally impossible to contact. Shockingly, in her 3rd week, she is so loaded with schoolwork she UNPLUGS her phone 24/7 so she can get it done. So when I talk to her, which is like once every couple of weeks when she finds time to call me, we have lots to catch up on. Last time I talked, I filled her in on what I’ve been doing since I got back from Brunei.
I talked about how I practically live with Mcgee and Denise now, about the new project I might start with Sarah, about Rebecca from my Interactive screen class, Christine being sick, Jenny’s 21st birthday, Natalie moving house and Melissa living off 40 dollars a week (!). Polly then casually remarks: “Heh…you have no male friends”.
That was a couple of days ago and the more I think about it, the more it bugs me. What is the deal? I have no close male friends! Like, not a single one! Just my flatmate who I see for about half an hour every day. And the more I think about it, the more I miss doing guy stuff. I miss watching wrestling vcds, or sitting around playing videogames, or getting wasted and watching football. I miss bowling. I miss the band practises. I miss playing football on Friday. And going to pubs with a bunch of guys from East Perth.
I hardly get to do any of it, anymore.
Godammit, now I’m discontent. *…frowns…*