Dear Diary,
I am mad! for 3 reasons!
1. everytime I unplug my laptop from the network at school and then try to connect it back to the network, it won't let me and I can't figure out why! I am so annoyed with the stupid system at my school. I need to use the stupid internet! (i'm on sarah's computer) AND
2. i've been trying to re-fill my labelmaker and I can't figure out how, and now I think it's broken, and it's all eric's fault. I hate it when people mess with my stuff and then break it and don't feel bad! AND
3. I am out of kleenex. To get more kleenex it would take a trip to Fred Meyer on the Raz. Right now I don't have patience for the Raz.

Speaking of the Raz, funny story. Last night I was walking like ten blocks from the trainstation to the Raz (the Raz is the shuttle the school provides to get students to and from downtown) And I only had like 10 minutes to get to the stop before the bus came. When I was about half a block away from where it stops, I saw it sitting there in all of it's blue glory, and it was waiting for some kid to get on, who was running from the opposite direction. So this kid gets on the bus, and I am about 20 paces away pathetically running towards it when it pulls away. I stop right there and burst in to tears, because by now I am feeling very sorry for myself. I am leaning against nordstroms crying miserably when this taxi pulls up and the driver is like "Get in!, I'll take you to that bus! No charge!" And I'm still feeling sorry for myself, and I'm like "No, it's okay..." But the taxi driver is like "No charge! Get in!" So I get in this taxi, and the driver is like, "Okay where's the next stop?" And I was like, "umm it doesn't stop until Lewis and Clark..." The driver wasn't fazed though, and was like, "don't worry we'll get it" So he runs like 5 red lights and practically sideswipes the Raz while honking at the busdriver to stop, and when it finally stops I tumble out of the taxi and get on the bus. And I of course say many thankyous to the taxi driver that saved my day from being completely miserable, and made it funny and exciting instead. I like to make an entrance anyway.
Love,
Diana