COLLEGE TOWNS ARE STRANGE. I MEAN, I GUESS THEY'RE SMALL, BUT IN A WAY THEY'RE SO BIG. LIKE YOU'D NEVER GET TO KNOW MOST OF THE PEOPLE IN TOWN LIKE WE DID AT HOME, EVEN IF YOU LIVED HERE ALL YOUR LIFE. THIS IS A COLD TOWN, AND I DON'T MEAN THE WEATHER. NOBODY SMILES WHEN YOU PASS THEM ON THE STREET. I ONLY KNOW SOME PEOPLE FROM SCHOOL AND WORK, A FEW PEOPLE WHO WORK AT ALMOND DOUGHNUTS, AND THE OWNER OF A REALLY COOL THRIFTSTORE CALLED PURPLE COW. I GUESS WHAT I'M GETTING AT IS THAT I'M HOMESICK. I'M EVEN STARTING TO LOOK FORWARD TO JAEMI AND MARIYA'S CRAZY THANKSGIVING IDEA. I WROTE AND ASKED FEATHER TO COME.

THE BOOK WE'RE ALL TALKING ABOUT IS GIRL BY BLAKE NELSON. TARA AND I SPENT AN HOUR IN ALMOND DOUGHNUTS WITH OUR COPIES LAST NIGHT, TALKING ABOUT HOW AWFUL IT MUST HAVE BEEN FOR CYBIL AND HOW DIRTY AND EVIL AND SAD SHE MUST HAVE FELT WHEN SHE WOKE UP THAT ONE MORNING. IT'S SUCH A SAD STORY. MARIYA AND JAEMI CONCENTRATE ON THE TODD SPARROW ANGLE.

SOMETIMES I FEEL THAT NOBODY BUT TARA UNDERSTANDS ME. LIKE I'LL WAKE UP SOME MORNING AND BE SO FUCKING DEPRESSED. EVERYBODY ELSE WILL BE IN A GREAT MOOD, OF COURSE. I'LL FEEL SO DAMNED ALONE BECAUSE I'M SO DEPRESSED AND I CAN'T TALK ABOUT THE MOST INPORTANT PART OF MY LIFE. AND WHEN IT'S JAEMI'S TURN IN THE SHOWER I SLAM AROUND TRYING TO FIND SOMETHING TO EAT. THEN THE PHONE WILL RING. "HELLO, LOVE," TARA WILL SAY, "I WAS JUST THINKING ABOUT YOU."

I LOVE HER SO MUCH, IT HURTS TO LOOK AT HER.