Dear Diary,
So the other night I couldn't go see bell hooks (well known black feminist writer) speak because I was catering her pre-speech dinner. It was nearly as exciting as when I catered the dinner for Paul Rusenbagina (on whos life the movie "Hotel Rwanda" was based) last year. I've noticed a pattern- schedule Diana for the big ticket events. I'm not trying to be bigheaded here- I just call them like I see them.
Tonight I take the train to Seattle, which is always enjoyable. Except the amtrak website said that there are delays due to mudslides. Hopefully they've got that taken care of by now.
I learned about lobotomies today in abnormal psych. It was gross. I'm having a hard time thinking of something that is worse than a lobotomy.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
You know what? Who cares if I overuse the phrase, "how novel"? I certainly don't! I don't even care if I put that last question mark in the right spot. You know why, America? Cause this is my website, my tiny piece of e-turf, and I do what I want with it.
Today it rained a lot, again. I think the technical term is "a shit-ton" but I can't be certain. I thought I would beat the system by not wearing my raincoat, but then I just had to walk really far and got really wet. My logic isn't always spot-on. That's code for on-spot.
I really need to break this homework in bed habit, I wonder why I always fall asleep in the middle of my reading. Maybe it's because I'm snuggling with Shamu Jr. and all wrapped up in my duvet, wearing my pajamas. If life was fair, studying in bed would work out. It's just another one of the many injustices in the world that it doesn't.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I'm all for jumping on bandwagons, for the most part. But one that I just really can't get into is this Vitamin Water phenomenon. My friends and I got cornered in Nordstroms the other day by this very flamboyant man, who tried to sell us on this miracle water that would fix all of our skin problems. He was extrememly knowledgable about how the product worked, but then started talking about osmosis, and them my eyes glazed over a little bit. I think that his talents were really wasted at Nordstroms. He should be entrusted with bigger ticket items than crazy vitamin water. He was like, "Oh you girls don't have any skin problems, and you're so young oh my god!" Then I asked him how old he was- 25. Apparently it's all downhill from here unless I start drinking hella vitamins.
Love,
Diana