I really hate it when people leave their shower curtains closed all the time. It creeps me right the fuck out when I'm in a bathroom with the shower curtain closed. Call me crazy, but I like to be fairly certain that I'm alone at all times.

I just spent five nights in a row away from my house...two at len's, including new year's eve, then two at sarah's parents' house in moncton, and then last night at len's again. The trip to moncton consisted mainly, as most trips to moncton do, of sweatpants, burnt cds and fast food. Blarch. It was a good time though. An adventure.

New Years Eve consisted of a party at len's friend Joe's house....a gathering of most of len's friend really...it was a great time...very loud and drunken. I brought sarah and Christina and we generally had a ball.

sorry, this diary entry is extremely dry and does not consist of any enthusiasm that i can detect. Guess I was just feeling obligated to explain my whereabouts the past few days...really though, all I think i really wanted to talk about was the shower curtain.

"Oh, Johnny wishes he was famous
Spends his time alone in the basement
With Lennon and Cobain and a guitar and a stereo

while he wishes he could escape this
it all seems so contagious
Not to be yourself and faceless
In a song that has no soul

I remember feeling low
I remember losing hope
And I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped

We are, we are all innocent
We are all innocent
We are, we are..."