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

worlds most fascinating college graduate

Saturday, April 09, 2005

Dear Diary,
I think that my Ipod has changed my life. It keeps my spirits up 24/7. When I would have been walking to class dreading a test or overanalyzing the injustice of my life, instead I am rocking out.
I spent 3 hours in ceramics today and all that I managed to get done is make 2 dumb pieces and ruin two of my other pieces. That was frustrating to say the least. And now that I've got my fun clay homework out of the way I have no excuses for not starting the torture-death-painstaking research paper. lame
Love,
Diana

Friday, April 08, 2005

Dear Diary,
I am disappointed because my last post got erased somehow so it looks like i have been slacking on the website when in fact i have not been!
I am going to see "The Aviator" tonight. It sure has been playing for a while. It couldn't possibly be as good as "Guess Who" with bernie mac, but I'm willing to give it a shot.
Love,
Diana

Thursday, April 07, 2005

Dear Diary,
I think the best part about working in catering is driving the old crappy white van. Even if it's empty, you still feel like just by driving it you're going to break something. And, it has one of those "How's my driving?" stickers on the back with a phone number. Having that sticker there makes me feel really important. It also makes me feel important that I can park it in the loading zones all over campus. That means I'm important for sure. not just anyone can park there.
Today was the housing lottery. I saved the day because the future roomie drew a really crappy number, but then i drew a respectable one. You get to pick the better of the two.
I have so much clay on in my hair it is unbelieveable. And somehow throwing on the wheel somehow split my nails and wedged clay in between permanently. gross. That's the price you have to pay for art, i suppose.
My sister is in Gambia. That's in Africa just in case you didn't know. She's doing really important things there, using her real world skills that she learned on the job and in college. Good luck Emily, you are an inspiration to us all.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I think the best part about working in catering is driving the old crappy white van. Even if it's empty, you still feel like just by driving it you're going to break something. And, it has one of those "How's my driving?" stickers on the back with a phone number. Having that sticker there makes me feel really important. It also makes me feel important that I can park it in the loading zones all over campus. That means I'm important for sure. not just anyone can park there.
Today was the housing lottery. I saved the day because the future roomie drew a really crappy number, but then i drew a respectable one. You get to pick the better of the two.
I have so much clay on in my hair it is unbelieveable. And somehow throwing on the wheel somehow split my nails and wedged clay in between permanently. gross. That's the price you have to pay for art, i suppose.
My sister is in Gambia. That's in Africa just in case you didn't know. She's doing really important things there, using her real world skills that she learned on the job and in college. Good luck Emily, you are an inspiration to us all.
Love,
Diana

Wednesday, April 06, 2005

Dear Diary,
I am just full of new activities these days. Today I went to yoga for the first time. The girls there were probably the nicest group of hippies in the universe. I told them that it was my first time, so one of the instructors sat next to me so she could help me when i was doing stuff wrong. I've come to the conclusion that yoga is just glorified stretching. Much like being a pilot is just like being a glorified bus driver. But it was quite pleasant and I will be there next week because I already know that Gilmore Girls is a rerun that night. I felt a little bit silly doing some of the moves but everyone there took it so seriously that i didn't have to feel embarassed at all.
I have 20 pages of essays due in 21 days. That's only a page a day, right? Or I could just do like ten pages tomorrow, and ten pages the next day, and relax for the rest of the semester. I'll just do that instead. I don't want to stress myself out just when the weather is starting to get good. I should really be focusing on my clay pots anyways.
Love,
Diana

Sunday, April 03, 2005

Dear Diary,
This weekend has been the most athletic in my life. I have biked, then kayaked, then biked again. And I am thinking I will bike tomarrow. I'm turning into a big fan of biking. Easy, good for you, and it gets you places you need to be. I am learning new things all the time at college.
So daylight savings time turned out to be a blessing this year. I went to bed at ten last night, and so then this morning when i woke up at nine ready to go, it was actually ten, so i only had to wait an hour until brunch instead of two. I don't think I have ever been even remotely happy about "springing ahead" before this year.
I made some serious ceramics this morning. When I do ceramics by myself, I just have to put the Ipod on shuffle and hope for the best, which never seems to happen. The hands get altoghether to dirty to do any manuel song selection. But at least now I know that I need to remove some irritating mariah carey and dave matthews songs from my library.
Sarah is telling me that "lots of boys wear girls' jeans." Like it was the most normal thing in the world. For all the boys out there reading my website because you want to date me at some point, I don't think I'm into that.
Love,
Diana