in church today, i was reading my bk when darren started talking to me. maybe cos he read my blog, but maybe not also. wat's impt is tt i realised tt no one's gonna talk to me if i've got my face buried in my book and/or constantly look as sulky/stoned as i've been lately. anyway, stuart went back to melbourne today. i smsed him a bye bye, take care but he didn't reply. oh well. went to the airport with denise after practice and stuffed our faces with coffeebean watnots. yum.