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Today is Canada Day, which of course made me think nostalgically about how one year ago I was in the Canadian Embassy in London looking like a total prat (although a very happy one ;-) with the best canucky friends a girl could ever have, wreibyn and eyre_lasgalen. Those were the days. *wistful sigh*


I'm determined not to be upset by the number of people who have been taking me off their friends lists lately. I hope it's just due to the fact that I don't post very often anymore, and not because I've suddenly turned into the world's most boring person. I feel terribly guilty about neglecting this journal, but there's not much I can do about it, as I don't have regular internet access anymore, and what access I do have is on a time limit. I feel like I'm losing touch with all my friends -- it's hard enough being so damn far away from everyone, but without being able to maintain constant contact I can feel my friendships slipping away. And I feel horrible about it.


Sometimes I don't mind the fact that I have no life and no friends. I just deal. Unfortunately last friday night was not one of those times. Not long after I moved into my new flat, another person moved in to the other empty apartment across from me. When I moved in, no one even said hello, or 'welcome' or anything, and still no one even smiles at me if we meet passing in the courtyard. Friday night nearly everyone else who lives in the building went over to Newboy's flat and chatted amiably, doing all that getting to know you stuff. And then it turned into a party. A party to welcome the New Guy. I was absolutely devastated, convinced this was just further proof that I am an invisible non-entity, destined to live her life friendless and alone. I cried non-stop for a full half hour (I know because I sobbed through an entire episode of The Simpsons) and felt sorry for myself for hours. I felt stupid and ashamed for letting myself get so emotional, but I couldn't stop. Gah. Am such a melodramatic twat sometimes. *kicks self hard*


In other news...I don't suppose there's anyone around who'd like to see Tori Amos with me at the Greek Theatre in L.A next month? Assuming I can get the tickets of course. *grins*
Also, is anyone else going to the San Diego Comic-Con? I'll be driving down for one day, I just don't know which one yet, as I'm waiting for Neil Gaiman to post his itinerary on his journal. I assume it'll be saturday though. Oh come on. Someone else must be going!


I started reading Redwall yesterday, which I think was recommended to me by brandybuck (as most good things are). I thought it was rather slow going at first, but now I'm really enjoying the story and characters, especially (of course) Winifred the Otter. Does she ever get her own book? *G* Matthias is a charming, if stereotypical 'unlikely hero', and all the Redwall denizens are delightful. Except of course the rats. (Sorry trukkle dear. ;-)


( Some OotP thoughts I can't believe I forgot to mention before )

Oy veysmir, this is long. Well, I suppose that's what I get for not updating every day. You don't mind, do you? ;-)