Saturday, 11:58 p.m.   Privacy Lalala, I went down to town today. I met Caleb at his house at 12:30 (I was late, but the reason why lies in a boring tale about the inconsistancy of city buses and also my own laziness) and we went downtown to the army surplus store. I was so angry when I saw the cool backpack thingies so cheap which are probably a billion times more durable than the crap bag I got at The Warehouse thingy. The zippers are all slowly breaking. Anyway...When we got bored with shopping, we were walking to the library to find some information on knitting, and in Cathedral Square there were these awesome guys doing a street show, one of them had this sweet-as skewed mohawk and the other had a mullet. They were juggling, and the mullet dude was riding a giant unicycle and it made me miss Jarren so badly! And there was a video on how to knit in the library, but I don't have a library card and Caleb didn't bring his (fool). I read "The House That Jack Built" because it is a good children's tale. Although the end is really sad. We went back to his house, and I cooked up some tofu stirfry which was pretty good (fear my mad cooking skills. Note: I CAN cook! stirfry, anyway...) Then we decided to go to rugby, and I called my dad and told him i was going to rugby and da da da. Caleb and I then proceeded to go out and blow bubbles until it was time to go. Which was really fun. We are teh bubble mastaz Rugby was cool too, and by that i mean it was friggin FREEZIN'. The game was okay, it wasn't the best, though. Poor Northland, they got in two really awesome tries, but Canterbury, whoa. slaughtered. Yay canterbury. I don't think that they deserved it, though, they weren't playing very top-notch. After the game, we went back to his house and called up people because MSN wouldn't work and told them to come over. Actually, Caleb called Zeb and told him there was a thing, and forgot to mention that I was there and Zeb said no, and Caleb said okay, and hung up. So I took the phone and called him back, and told him to get his butt over here! And so he talked to Sayla, and We got Sayla and Zeb to come over. Then Caleb called Hyun Woo and got Mista Woo to come over. And we cuddled by the fire and locked the door so that if anyone came, they'd have to knock and we could have a warning. Then there was a thing! and I got really tired and almost fell asleep. = And ate really really really foul burnt tofu. And variated between watching The Pianist, with Zeb, and some really old computer games, with the other three. It was awesomeful. that guy's skewed mohawk was so sexy. And cuddling by the fire is one of the loveliest things ever. What? Do you think I'm jealous? I thought I would be sad if they forgot about me. I thought I would be jealous if they didn't think of me all the time and could stand to have a good time without me. I thought I would be so gutted without them. I thought I would be constantly living in a state of semi sadness wihtout them. And yet with every day I'm gone, I miss them less. It's horrible, but what can I say? I never talk to them? The only two people I miss, genuinely miss, all the time miss, are Kajsa and Sara. I mean, there are definately moments when I'm like, "Oph, Chelsea! That girl, man do I miss her," or "What I wouldn't give to be with Aaron right now!" or "i am a plethora of images, and katherine is afraid of big fat strangers. its okay, i am too!" etc. etc. different people and whatnot. Like I'll see a bumper sticker or a girl wearing baggy pants and think "oooh my stuh-lopple, Katie!" I should call her, I wonder how she's doing, it's been forever. Hmm. Okay maybe i still miss everyone a lot, and it's true, but I really can't help but feel gutted and torn when i realise that i have to go home. Back to a place where I could be frowned on for voicing my opinion, a place where I won't find a decent boyfriend because all the guys are LDS and I'm not into that religion at all. I want people to accept me for who i am. I'm so free here, I don't ever have to watch what I say when I'm thinking something "controversial." I might cry, I don't want to go home. Mommy, I don't want to go. I like being the girl.