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I met with the girls tonight, since Nix and I are off to Coachella and Jenn's birthday (BIG 2-5!!) is the 18th. We all met at Janis' apartment and her parents were there; I haven't seen Mr and Mrs B since Janis moved out, so it was nice to catch up a bit. And, incidentally, we got a nugget of wisdom from Papa B when he heard Nicole's gripes about dating in our twenties. "Young, dumb, full of cum." Then again Mr B has always been a firm believer that the four of us should only date guys 28 years old or older. I think it's ageist, to be honest, but the man swears that, being a male himself, most men don't grow up until they're 28 and even then, it's sketchy. I'm happy I'm not his daughter.

Is it normal to feel sad as often as I do? I'm a fairly happy, cheerful, optimistic person, but there are times... oh, lordy. There are times when all I want to do is cry. And cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry. Cry . And you could argue it's hormonal, but sometimes, if I'm being 100% honest, I know it's 'cause I'm lonely. I feel as though I know every one in my life as well as I know myself--if not better. I know their fears. Their aspirations. Their favourite colours. Their biggest fear. I know how to read them well and can tell when they're upset; know the right things to say to make them smile; know the wrong things to say to hurt them (which if I'm being honest I have never done. I'm grateful to be a naturally kind person--and I honestly don't mean this in a self-absorbed way. I am lucky. Not everyone considers others' feelings...) But no one knows me that well. Not even my own pare

Des fois elle se sent comme si le monde entière est contente sauf elle. Des fois c'est comme si elle n'a pas de raison pour y être contente. Et des fois, elle ne veux que d'autre chose que de pleurer. Pleurer jusqu'au moment qu'elle est aussi de contente que les personnes qu'elle vois à la télé ou sur l'autobus.

I'm leaving in ten days. Ten glorious days. It's scary, but exciting and I can't wait to spend 9 lovely days with my most favourite person in the world: Nicole. If you could only understand how much this girl means to me, how much her friendship has helped me grow, how much we've grown since we first met one another in the second grade, you'd understand how much I love her. She's funny, self-aware, attentive and loyal. She's my best friend. It's funny, but most of my life-changing experiences have happened with her; she really is the Steve to my Doug (the Butabi brothers are our spirit animals). I can only hope that this trip to California adds to our memories. *SQUEAL!*