Dear Diary,
I have this problem with not writing essays until 9:00 the night before they are due. I should be more worried about this than i am, but what is the teacher thinking, assigning us a five page paper due the day before spring break. I guess it's better than the day after spring break but STILL.
I have been watching back episodes of sex and the city so i can get some inspiration for places to go in new york. I am leaving so soon i can't believe it. Good thing I bought my Ipod before the long plane ride. I've been reading the Dali Lamas "art of happiness", and I have decided that the Ipod brought me way too much happiness and that i need to get happiness from places other than small shiny electronics.
Sorry such a lame post. It's because all of my creative writing juices are being saved for this killer essay.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I didn't get picked to be an RA. way for the office of residence life to take me off my ipod high really quickly. I'm just pissed because this was the one thing that i could do to help pay for college in a constructive way and now I don't get to at all. They could have at least waitlisted me or something... Like at schools like princeton where they waitlist 7,000 applicants and let in 3. Those 6,997 waitlisted kids end up feeling better than the 20,000 flat out rejected ones. Being an RA was going to justify all sorts of nice spending this summer, and now what? I am going to be mopping the bathrooms at safeco field.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I was never one to have headphones on at all times. But today I practiced that, with my pod. Incredible. It's an amazing feeling to be in the library with music blaring. It should be against the rules, that's how backwards it feels. It's like life is a musical, when you can pick any song you want to match what's going on around you. for example, for a dark walk across the suspension bridge after ceramics, counting crows seems appropriate. For lunch in the busy cafeteria, Nelly. For the walk to a spanish test, Queen. This would be a good tool for a control freak.
I'm thinking that the only thing that could have made today even better would have been my own jack russel terrier that never barked and a volkswagen golf. oh, and world peace or something.
Love,
Diana