Tonight me and my sisters were gonna go watch the Cirque du Soleil show downtown, for the closing of the Jazz Festival, but it was so PACKED with people that we ended up just going to catch a movie instead.

We went to see The Terminal, a very sweet and uplifting movie that doesn't turn around and screw you over at the end, which is always a plus.

I have a certain friend who probably has never seen this diary who needs some confidence, so if you have any spare confidence vibes send them her way. She is convinced that her boyfriend is not calling her because he doesn't like her anymore. I'm certain that it's because he's a guy, and they don't know they're supposed to pay attention to you.

I've been trouble-shooting people's relationships this way a lot lately, and talking about other people's boyfriends and girlfriends is making me extra nostalgic about my boy.

I still can't sleep properly. And I keep snacking constantly, which is a bad thing. I need to learn to stop opening the fridge door everytime I have a spare moment.

Tomorrow (actually, today .... man it's late) is the first day of the second week of camp. Hope it'll go well.