November 1, 2001
Saint John, New Brunswick, Canada

9pm. Several times in the last couple days, different individuals have used the word "hippie" to describe me. In Fredericton, a girl said, "you're not like an old hippie from the 70's; you're like a new version-- a hippie of 2001." I don't know what to think about that. It's not a bad thing. I like "hippies". "Happy" and "peace" come to mind. I just don't like labels in general.

Survivor is on the box, lookin' like nothin' more than a silly summer camp, so the girls entertain themselves sharing tips for making hemp necklaces and Greg is acting out his own unique side-show for me. I like to hang with people who are actors-- with a strong sense of character, and creative, but most all, kind.