Dear Diary,
My brother will probably be disappointed in me because I am posting on my internet journal while I should be at awesome college parties. This happenned last week too. So here's a summary of my exciting day:
-went to class- got sad when teacher said i didn't answer his question thoughly.
-met with advisor- was tormented by the fact that i can't take golf for gym class and sculpture next semester because they are at the same time!
-hit funny bone in knee at lunchtime.
-got halloween care package from regi, keep up the good work!
-hit funny bone AGAIN, this time in elbow, in Inventing America class.
-ate dinner alone- felt stupid because all my food was finger food and you look especially dumb eating finger food alone. forks=purpose=confidence
-saw "I heart huckabees" with Sarah #1, so strange and ridiculous that it is pretty funny. I mostly just liked seeing mark wahlberg in fireman boots with his shirt misbuttoned.
-now torturing myself with re-runs of MTVs battle of the sexes.
NOW YOU KNOW
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I had possibly one of my wittiest moments in Spanish class today. My teacher was explaining something nitpicky about the Spanish language, and I was like, "Marisela, why do they do that?" and she got all huffy and was like, "Just because, okay?! How come in English you have all of these useless letters and sounds that aren't consistent?" and then I responded, "because we want to be thorough".
hahaha!
Love,
Diana
PS. if you don't get my joke i am sorry. But i know it was good because Harry laughed.

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Dear Diary,
Do you know what a weenie like me likes about college? I'm never home alone. and going to get my laundry at night is never scary. At home if it was dark i pretty much avoided the basement. here, the threat of creeps murdering me in the night and no one finding me for a week doesn't seem so imminent. But other threats are here. like tripping on ancient cobblestones. or running out of flex points. or having to walk from the dorm to the library at night, ALONE.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Here's a quick tip. After eating one package of top ramen, STOP. no matter how bad you want that second pack, just DON'T. I know that they are only 15 cents each at Fred Meyer. That doesn't mean it's okay to have two. It is definetly not okay to have two in the same day. Especially one after another. Now i know. And this whole time i thought i had a good head on my shoulders. Where was my mom when i needed her?
GEEEZ!
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I can't wait to be a 20 something. I have less than a year until I'm a 20 something. granted that something is a zero. isn't that crazy!!? That means all sorts of things. Backpacking through Europe. Getting a real job. Wearing high heels. 10 year highschool reunion. Not being skinny anymore. Marrying the man of my dreams and living happily ever after...
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
woah. still recovering from the wild dance party in our dorm room last night. there must have been 10 people here at one time! Harry especially had fun I think. just look at the picture.
today i fell asleep in the library for the first time. That's the best kind of sleep, the "forbidden" kind. everyone knows you're supposed to study in the library and i was breaking all of the rules. Forbidden sleep also happens on park benches, in department stores, at restarants, in class. I think my sister is probably the person i know who is most aquainted with this kind of sleep.
Love,
Diana