Out of the Loop.

Hi everyone.
Just got a call from Georgia; she's at a party. Drunk, but having great fun, by the sounds of it. When you're drunk you can get some pretty crazy mood swings, or so I'm told, so in order to avoid this I told her I was fine. But here I am, typing away with not another soul in sight. I don't even have any music going - For me that's shocking. I feel so... Just... pathetic. I mean, I know it's not really my fault; when you live miles from anyone else and your parents go to dinner parties every other evening, there's little you can do outside a five- or six-mile radius. But even so, I can't help feeling I've brought this loneliness on myself. It's like that scene from Murmuring Judges. (If anyone ever mentions that play again after Wednesday, I will probably explode.) The one where everyone else is at the banquet, chatting, having fun, eating and drinking, and then Gerard's just in his own little section, to one side, sitting there, doing nothing. That's what you would see if you contrasted mine and Georgia's lives right now.
I mean, she'll regret it in the morning. I don't envy her for that. But I hate missing out on the ambiance; the gossip; just being with friends. My family are great, don't get me wrong, they're such brilliant people. But sometimes I just prefer talking to people of my own age and character. Oh well, no doubt someone'll remember enough to fill me in tomorrow. Next time. Hopefully.

See ya 'round!

Jack