It seems that all my entries in this journal are pessimistic and self deprecating. I hate complaining; it makes me feel like I have such a hard life, when in fact, I don't.

Maybe I am a bad person. Maybe I'm not worthy to have such good friends.

But at least my parents came home: they brought back the laptop with Sigur Ros's new album to lose myself in.

And I think I'm going to give up pot until I'm back in Kingston. And then give it up for a month when frosh week is over and classes start.

I feel so weird now, but that may be due to the pot I've smoked.

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The summer has been, hands down, the best summer I've experienced. I spent so much time with some of the coolest people I know (sadly not all of them), and I loved every minute of it. From the weekend that's been coined 'E Weekend' to dancing like crazy alongside LCD Soundsystem and The Go! Team to drinking in a field to exploring a cemetery to driving with Scissor Sisters, The Killers and Kelly Clarkson to coming up with million dollar story ideas to all-you-can-eat sushi to secret midnight dance parties to 5am street cars to roof top undewear dance parties to cottage parties to smash brothers to "what, you mean in the ass?"--it's been one hell of a ride.

And I can't believe it's almost over.