I feel less upset but still horribly guilty about thinking about home all the time.

I miss my friends- at least I think I do, I think thats what that feeling is.

Strangely, I have another journal thats just for them, and only one person reads it.

The novelty wore off after a week or so, and now only one person reads it.

The one person you would least expect, reads it every week on a Tuesday.

I persevere with it though because then at least I can pretend Im talking to them, Marc and Deb mainly I guess.

I miss Danny and Darren all the time, I listen to The Donnas and think about how it felt driving home with it full blast from Collingwood with the window open, on the back roads because we had too much to drink to be driving.

I dont know why its a big deal. It was fun I guess.

G and I went to see The Dandy Warhols the other night it was really cool.

I decided that I had to have more fun. G seemed to enjoy himself and now instead of singing made up love songs in the shower, he's singing "Heroin is so passe" instead, asking me what band we're going to see next.

I'd like to say I got what I wanted, but actually I find it irritating.

Ive never been the "Entertainment provider" before- I wish we could bounce off each other, I dont want to influence someones taste, I want them to have their own- just as long as its not Lionel Ritchie.

Cant have everything.