10:40 p.m.
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30 May, 2004

I've just had my first french manicure... I feel like such a girl. I'm also eating cereal for dinner, I am a child too. I really do feel as though I'm regressing. I think, right now, I'd really get along with my thirteen year old self, except I'm not crippled by self-doubt and the expectations of others. Poor little 13 year old me, so much to go through, and she has not yet experienced the oddness of having nail tips so white they can light up a dark room.

Woody's supposed to be coming over tomorrow, I'm really looking forward to hanging out. Having a bit of an off time with Julia and the rest of the uni crowd. They're all coupled up and stuff, and I find myself switching onto automatic. Every time they glance in my direction, all I have to do is smile and nod. That's about the extent of what is required from me. I still don't really want to be in a relationship, I hate having to answer to someone else, to spend time with them, to force myself through that whole getting to know you process, blah de blah blah blah. So, unless it's Elvis, Brody Dalle or Angelina, I ain't interested and I don't wanna keep talking about it.

Oh, I bought a terrapin, he's called 'Camus the little critter', that's 'Mr. Critter' to you. He's really cute and not like a tortoise at all. Anyway, I'm gonna go and watch 'The Omen' now. How cool would it be to be the little sister of the Anti-christ. Just think about how sweet life would be.