can you believe this crap?! from the papers of diana freeburg

worlds most fascinating college graduate

Saturday, March 12, 2005

Dear Diary,
Today I listened to the new jack johnson CD on my computer and had a revalation. I had to get an Ipod as soon as possible. SO, this morning i went to the Apple store in Tigard of all places, and got that taken care of. That's what tax refunds are for, right? Now I have a beautiful baby green pod, a killer cell phone, and a teeny digital camera. I have everything a girl could want, totaling less than a pound and fitting in a small purse. Life is pretty good. I'm done spending money for a while I think. Until they invent something that can make calls, play music, and take pictures all at the same time. and make me a sandwich while it's at it.
I still can't get over the fact that all of my music is in my pocket, and I'm walking around like nothing amazing is going on.
Love,
Diana

Thursday, March 10, 2005

Dear Diary,
After a three hour long disatrous attempt at making terra cotta cylinders in ceramics, I stepped out of the art building with clay all over my jeans, arms and face, and got to thinking, so this is what it's like to be artsy. I see the artsy kids all the time, with their big portfolios and paint splattered carhartts, but never in a million did i think that i would be artsy too. It's a good feeling. I hope people were looking at me, thinking "what brilliant creations was that artsy girl making? She's so dirty, it must have been good." What they don't know is, that what i was slaving over resulted in squashed balls of drenched clay that kept getting smaller as they splattered against the wall behind my wheel. But no worries. As long as i keep walking out of the art building with a dreamy look in my eyes and terra cotta all over my clothes, the illusion of my artistic prowess will be maintained.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I think that I have diversified a lot this year. I like listening to Led Zeppelin, Steve Miller Band, ACDC, stuff like that... But you know what I will never like? Ever? Not in one hundred million years? Neil Young. Terrible.
Everyone here is getting confused, thinking that it's california here or something with this weather. Now they smoke their hand rolled cigarettes and drink their herbal tea without shoes on. I'm pretty good a pigeon-holing people here. All in fun though. I'm actually friends with some of the priveleged granola hippy freaks. Sure a different group than at my highschool. I think that's why i'm still so torn up about it.
Love,
Diana

Wednesday, March 09, 2005

Dear Diary,
If wearing glasses couldn't be any worse, now they are breaking on me. one of the lenses fell out today when i was trying to clean them. I was feeling very sorry for myself, "oh poor diana has to wear glasses like a big dork, and now she has to worry about the lenses falling out randomly, hopefully when she's trying to speak in class, or maybe when she's working on the wheel in ceramics." gosh my life is rough.
Then i went to work and made 10,000 messes at least, and let some priviledged hippy make off with a plate of pita right under my nose. I don't give a rats about the pita, but the plate it was on was really heavy so i'm thinking that it is expensive.
I made my first project on the wheel today. it is a cylinder. messy! today has been a messy one. Only took two tries, but the bottom is all screwed up from trying to cut it off the board. After a day like this, i'm not going to lose sleep over it. that kid with the dang pita however... If anyone sees him send him my way. last seen running into music building. he has a big white plate. probably on his person somewhere.
Love,
Diana

Monday, March 07, 2005

Dear Diary,
Could there be a better combination than a french manicure and a white skirt? I don't think so. If only i could do my left hand... I like to spend a lot of time thinking about which finger i did the best job on. I guess that it's sort of a waste of time, if you're going to get nit picky on me. It is so nice out. Tank top weather. I can't believe it.
When i get rich and famous I am going to have my front lawn be a putting green. why waste grass, you know what i mean?
If i only had one outfit, and it was my lucky jeans, my red sweatshirt, blue t-shirt and my reeboks, i would be okay with that. That is sort of an exaggeration, but I'm just saying i've never felt better than when i am wearing that.
Love,
Diana

Sunday, March 06, 2005

Dear Diary,
Today was like summer. I was walking back from the library and there were frogs croaking. I couldn't see them because it was night. I wanted to come back with a flashlight and find them. It seems like it would have been hard to find them. I never see them just hanging out in the day, so why would I be able to find them in the dark? Maybe another night.
I worked today for an event where 1,500 people we supposed to come, and only 600 showed up. It was really sad. there were $2,500 worth of cookies there that ended up getting taken home by all the people that helped set up. Like me. If you like cookies i would suggest dropping by c43.
I need a weekend directly following this weekend. This weekend hardly counted as a break.
Love,
Diana