16.11.2002 | 4:50 p.m.
getting paid to make friends.

Last night, when I was working at reception, Hasan stopped by to keep me company. I put down Choke and started talking to him. We talked about ridiculous topics: How handjobs were not very different from milking cows; why sleeping with Daisy's sister would not go down well with her. We also talked about serious subjects: The concept of God is self-contradictory as even God had to have been formed from something; the effect that multi-national corporations had on the developing world. While we were talking, this guy I've seen around school came upto to the reception desk and placed his arms on it.

"Hasan. What's up,dude?"

"Yo." Pause. "Are you drunk?"

"No,man. So fucking tired."

"Oh,how come?"

"Didn't sleep last night. Not a wink. Not one fucking wink. I swear to God, not a wink. I was trying to write this song and it just... It would not happen. I was in the Theatre with my head on the piano all night."

"Sorry,man."

Write. Song. Piano. Auri's ears perked up.

"What kind of songs do you write?"

"Anything. Everything."

"Well,what's your favourite kind of music?"

"Um. Blues. Yeah."

"Nice..."

"You like the Blues?"

"Actually, I do..."

"Mm...well,old-school blues,yeah?"

"They don't make the blues anymore."

"Damn right they don't."

I had made a friend. He asked me what my favourite bands were. I told him. He seemed pleased. All this while, Hasan was playing with my phone. My newest friend looked over at him.

"I need inspiration,Hasan. Give me inspiration."

"I know! Aurina, take your shirt off! That will inspire him!"

"Okay!" I crossed my arms to hold the ends of my shirt, lifted them slightly to just about reveal my tummy. Then, I shook my head. "Well,maybe if I wasn't working..."

"AAAAWWW!"

I gave Hasan the finger, and the expression on his face was so comical, I had to hug his arm to show him I was joking.

"You. You are so cool!" Nameless boy pointed at me, excitedly. I laughed because of the randomness of the statement.

"No,really! You are awesome!" He extended his hand. "I'm Ziver. What's your name?"

"Aurina,nice to meet you."

"Aurina. Pretty name. Aurina. You are cool."

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I only have 7 hours and 15 minutes of being 18.

After that, I will never ever be 18 again.

That is so fucking bizarre.

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