Dear Diary,
Diana doesn't feel like being incredibly witty today. She has had a rough day.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Today Sarah says that she is doing crew to get in shape. He companion asks, "what shape? square?" It took her a solid thirty seconds to figure that one out. Maybe she's going for oval. Or triangle.
I was moved practically to tears by my inventing america homework tonight. Usually someone comes to class all emotional about last nights reading. and i think that they're posers. tomarrow that will be me. A welcome change from my attitude of "this class is stupid!" "I hate reading this crap!"
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I interviewed for an RA position for next year today. I think I wowed them sufficiently. I wore a great outfit. so at least I looked good.
Apparently AC/DC is a really old band. Who knew? I thought they were the next big thing. well diana is out of the loop. big surprise.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Nothing is right in the world. Me talking smack about the RAs bit me in the ass. I took the dorm dog out for a walk last night, and I ran into two RAs walking up the stairs, then they got all like, "you can't have a dog we're callling campo and the RD and everyone in the world to try to figure out how you can get rid of this dog." I told them all the sob story about how the dog's owner was out of town, and he wouldn't get fed or walked by his roommates and we just wanted to make sure it was getting taken care of. And then i cried because i am the biggest wimp in the world. So then we all had to sit there and wait for sarah to come back so we could drive it back to his house. So now we don't have a dorm dog. What a lame deal. I don't know what to do with myself. homework? that seems like a shoddy replacement.
Love,
Diana