Dear Diary,
I am so tired. but it doesn't matter because my whole life has to be packed and ready to go to oregon in the morning. and it's not ready. I guess it could be worse. I could be sewing jeans for thirty cents an hour, ten hours a day in china.
I felt lame because i went to an Irish restaurant tonight and got the American style baked potato- which is totally not the point of going to an irish restaraunt. But the Irish one had baked beans on it and that didn't sound as appealing. Since you asked, I don't really think beans belong in the toppings category. sour cream, yes. bacon, yes. Here in america, we are more careful with beans and do not just throw them around willy nilly.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Man oh man is my life stressful. when i'm not working my booty off at the old espresso cafe, I'm reading intouch magazine or burning cds for my friends. And on top of this, today my mom totally expected me to help her stuff manicotti for dinner! I was like, MOM! can't you see i'm busy reading about jude law and sienna miller's messy breakup? oh an ps, who gave a rip about jude law before he decided to screw around with his kids nanny? not me, or anyone else who is important.
Clippity clop, there goes my high horse galloping away. in other news, i am going to college in like 36 hours. good thing i'm a total expert at the college thing by now. This year is sure going to be different than last year, that's for dang sure. No time wasting! when i'm not learning, i'll be raging, and when i'm not raging, i'll be sleeping damnit!
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Lately my confidence has been soaring. I've just been like, dude, everyone thinks that i'm so cool, I can do anything!! I'm beginning to realize that I've been getting cocky and the harsh reality of my average-ness will hit me soon. My prediction is that tomorrow I'll fall down some stairs or get my hair stuck in a car door.
By this time next week I will have gone to all my classes, maybe even had a shift at my old catering job. I wonder what I will be doing. hanging with all of my tight new dorm homies? crying over my first math assignment? maybe i'll be wandering around outside my building looking for cell reception. most likely i'll be in some jet going to a Diddy party in cabo.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
so here i am, at my house. camp is hella over. geezus were there tears today all around. I was surprised that i didn't cry a whole bunch. I think more likely I am just not looking at the good parts about this summer as finished. I'm more happy that camp happened than sad that it is over. Now I have like fifty best friends all along the I-5 corridor, what is there to be sad about?
Maybe it's because I'm listening to "somewhere over the rainbow" by that hawaiian dude, but i'm feeling sentimental today. I'm not sad- that's just wasted energy right now. I have a lot to look forward to. I'm feeling really good about things. (besides that huge mound of crap in my room that needs to be unpacked and packed in record time) life is good, we musn't loose momentum.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I hate posting when there are five people waiting for the computer, but this is the last time that will happen. sob sob. I am leaving camp tomorrow and my sorrow is mounting.
Last night I went on a special wrangler staff ride and I got to ride the best horse ever and i trotted magnificently and loped almost magnificently. Loping on a horse is possibly the most exciting thing ever but also a teeny bit scary. The trick is to not let the horse see your fear. It was nice to get to ride with horse afficionados as opposed to 10 year olds that just walk around in circles. g2g more later if you're lucky
Love,
Diana