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Been too fucking quiet lately.

Just not the same without George or Annie, I guess.

I'm trying to decide whether or not I really want to go to this whole "Breaking Dawn" party thing over at, um, I think it's Barnes & Noble? The book is supposed to be everything that happens to me. Everything that should have happened, anyway.

Do I really want to risk that? I mean, what if it's... bad? I mean, obviously the writer's got a few things... off, but I mean- the actual storyline? What if nothing good comes out of it?

I really wish this book series wasn't so ridiculously accurate. It isn't remotely fair, and at the same time, I think it's the only thing I have that's familiar here. Call me officially pathetic- but I could really care less about now. Not when he isn't around.

Mitchell, George- I made lasagna. Hopefully it's alright, it was a little tough, considering you guys are lacking in the spice department. So, if either of you remind me, I can go shopping tomorrow.

Ugh. What's going on? Why am I surrounded by breathers?

( Lauren )

It's oddly quiet without Annie. And we don't run out of tea as often.

Most of her things disappeared when she did. That said, George, I really hope that's her copy of Twilight, and she just left it here. You should know better by now. I don't sparkle.

So this is America is it? It's nice, busy. Think I'm going to like it here.

Sooooo Mitchell, did you miss me?

New York. Huh...that's a bit of a change isn't it?

Great. Now I have to find Lassie and Casper. Brilliant. Just bloody brilliant. At least now I don't have to deal with Lauren or Herrick's lunacy.

Flat's a bit nicer than the old one. And no futon. Always a plus.

Just need t'find a decent pub. Not one that sells that watered down crap that tries t'pass itself off as good lager.