You guys, today was a really good hair day for me and all I've done is bum around campus and go to class for a couple hours. I don't feel like I'm ready to sleep on it yet. It's just a shame to waste a good hair day, ya know? Who knows when I'll get another one.

I made a friend yesterday who reminds me so much of Bethany. You guys remember Bethany. I think Alejandra and I are going to be good buddies. She came in for tutoring yesterday and there were immediately fireworks and angels everywhere. Within the first ten minutes she looked at me real hard and said, "Girl, you're going somewhere; I can see it. You just need to believe in yourself." The next five hours and fifty minutes were filled with much-needed encouraging and enlightening conversation. Then today we sat in the "quad" for two hours bumming cigarettes off foreign teenagers and not really talking at all. It was nice.

My internship is hard and scary.

I had a great weekend with Jen, Matt, Patrick and Andrew. A couple shows, the beach, O Red Mango, zines, beer, the best pizza in the country, etc...It was nice. Them boys be hilarious.

I have all the ingredients for a really fulfilling life right in front of me, but for some reason I can't make a dish out of them. I just keep thinking, "I should be having a lot of fun right now. This would be a really great day if...what?" I don't know what it is that's bumming me out. Matt caught me crying for no reason the other night. Just watching people play music, drinking a beer, friendly people all around...tears in my eyes and a lump in my throat? I want answers!

"What I've got, they used to call the blues. Nothin' is really wrong...feelin' like I don't belong. Walkin' around, some kind of lonely clown..." ~Karen Carpenter. Boy, was she depressed.

I want to come hooooooooooome. I was standing on the corner of 7th and Spring after my internship, waiting for Fodor to come pick me up on friday, and people kept walking up to me, really concerned, and asking me if I was ok. Then one guy asked me if I was homeless. Can't a girl just hang out on the street corner? (I should've gotten a dollar from that guy..I didn't think of that at the time.) Los Angeles is hot and big and dirty and it's sucking the life out of me.

Peace out.