Quinn C. Dyer Continued

     It is currently March 24th. That means, in twenty-seven days, my roommate, Quinn, turns nineteen years old. Eight days before that is my birthday, but I don't celebrate so it doesn't matter. I want to do something for Quinn's birthday, though. I'm just not sure what I want to do yet. I'll probably end up getting him a cake, and have all of our friends pitch in for a present. I just want to do something nice, you know?

     I don't really know where I stand with Quinn. He's said on multiple occasions that I'm the person he's closest with last semester, but as of this semester, I doubt that's true. Our relationship has changed a lot. He's gotten closer with some people, and I've gotten closer with others. Most of the time, when it's just him and I together, there's nothing really to talk about. There's no chemistry. We don't click. When we're in a group though, we're fine with each other. I don't really know how to feel about it. We still live together, and hang out with the same group of people, but it feels like we might be drifting. No cap, sometimes he's just a dick to me when we're not in a group, but that's okay. I've noticed one thing in general with Quinn. I don't think he likes anyone here more than his friends back home. Living with him, I hear him talking to his friends from back home and he treats them very differently than he treats our friends here.

    As for me, I'm very cautious with the people in my life. I'm a harsh judge of character. Basically, I ask myself: "When shit goes down, who's got my back?" I'm not sure about Quinn. Some people say that I mean a lot more to him than I think, but who knows. He's my roommate, we're friends, he's a good guy and I still want to do something nice for him, regardless. I'm also living with him next year but that's not as significant because I'm living with seven other people next year. My group of guy friends just decided to grab two random people and get an eight person apartment in Loftman. Apparently, two of my friends went to check it out, and it's a shithole. The people living there now had to threaten to contact a government health inspector so the school would fix everything in the apartment. There's mold, leaking, and falling ceiling tiles. The people living there now said other than that, living in an eight person apartment is one of the best experiences they've had. So, at least that's good. Next year around this time, most of us we'll be on co-op but at least we can celebrate Quinn's birthday for the second year in a row when we're home.