I can't help but feel like the flaky, hippy weirdo that my roomate is always making fun of. I'm such a spineless wimp... I always end up changing myself to please others. I don't eat at fast food places! I don't normally drink 5 beers on a weeknight while watching reality TV! I don't have a thing to say about cars, girls, or punk music!

I don't want him to think I dislike him, because I don't. I just can't relate to him. I can't hang out with him. We live in such totally different worlds. I really really wish he would stop trying to hang out with me, cause then I wouldn't feel so badly about ditching him.

I've spent less time at home than ever before... I didn't go grocery shopping after tour for two weeks! I was afraid to bring home things like feta cheese, vegetables and tofu.

I can't wait for Jamie to come home. Does anyone want to move into a flaky, hippy, non-punk, non-car obsessed house?