Eh. Violin. I'll never be good. grr... so confused, about what to do.

Ah well. Coldplay's new album isn't as good as the last one, but I don't like them as much anymore because Chris Martin's falsetto is getting really annoying. We made a big Italian dinner for father's day last night, and my parents and their friend were very complimentary about the tiramisu made by me, Liz and Sinclaire. It grows on you - the soggy bottom layer and dry top layer sort of cancel each other out. Yum.

Old friends that I haven't got in touch with but should: Jenny. Susie. Need to do this. Also, was thinking that I won't obsess about lack of romance in my life. I'm ok without it. If something comes along that looks promising, that would be nice, but as it isn't, I'm not going to be disappointed that it's not there. Better a relationship that feels right when I'm mature enough to handle it is better than one of those awkward eeper crush things, and it's not like 17 is old enough to start worrying about being a spinster, is it? Guess we'll just see what happens. God, I just want a guy who is nice and friendly, talkative and sympathetic. Yeah, good luck to me, then.