5:38 p.m.
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21 April, 2004

Only just recovered from Monday night. Went to Julia's to hang out. Got WASTED. And I mean sooooooooo wasted on red wine, while the rest got drunk and stoned. I could be perceived as the goody two-shoes, responsible one, but the fact is, the idea of smoking makes me wanna puke, and I think my liver and kidneys are going to pack up when I'm older, so I'd like to be able to fall back on my lungs a little bit.

Talked a lot, people exclaimed over how 'liberal' my family are. I guess they're right, but I have nothing to compare them to, so I'm not sure. I just know that they weren't tight-arses like my friends' parents when I was growing up and everyone liked coming over to mine to watch horror movies and ask my mum for sex advice... Yeah, I know, it was weird for me too.

My birthday is in 9 days. My family are all chipping in to buy me a top of the range stereo system. My old one died a couple of week ago, and I can't live without music. You know, that may not be hyperbole. Anyway, it will be pretty expensive, because I need a record deck too, having lots of vintage vinyl. Even though the dude at the collector's shop says that I should just wrap them all in plastic and not play 'em. Plus, I want at least a 5 disk CD changer. And also, many pretty lights and colours. Ah, so technical. Luckily, with my dad involved, I'll get all the right speakers and that rubbish, cos he's a bigger music nut than I am. This is the guy that has a sound system in his car that's actually more valuable than his car.

That reminds me, everyone in the world should see Ghost World. I am Enid. Enid is me. Except, I'm better. And so modest.