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

worlds most fascinating college graduate

Saturday, November 20, 2004

Dear Diary,
I have learned so much about the catering business. I learned this because last night I catered like there is was no tomarrow. luckily i cleared that up, being that it's tomarrow.
People in the catering business like to compare catering notes a lot. One of them will be like "this isn't nearly as bad as the time we did dinner for 1,500 last August" and then the other one will be like, "well that was a buffet, which isn't as bad, this is china." Then the third one will come in and be like "when i was in LA we did drinks and snacks for 3,000"
Catering is hard work. I have a newfound respect for anyone who decides to be responsible for feeding 350 with real plates at the same time. especially when it's about a city block away from a real kitchen.
I got to wear a bowtie.
Love,
Diana

Thursday, November 18, 2004

Dear Diary,
thank god i have a normal roommate. At least she dresses normal. I don't know what i would do if I had one that was a weirdo. If I had one who I had to watch get dressed every morning in fishnets and boxershorts, (I don't WATCH her get dressed every morning, but you know what i mean) I wouldn't know what to say. I could try something like "Ummm... maybe fishnets would look really good with a skirt, instead of boxers..." Or, "That one pair of normal jeans that you wore that one time looked really good!" Thank goodness sarah is normal and not a fake hippie or fake hipster.
Love,
Diana

Wednesday, November 17, 2004

Dear Diary,
There is nothing about college that I like better than lunch. In this way college is very similar to high school. But it is different. This is because in highschool lunch was about the people that I got to hang out with, and in college it is about the food. The people are there 24 hours a day so it's no big deal to see them. But the food on the other hand is a different story. They have brownies everyday. And turkey sandwiches with whatever you want on them! (you don't even have to have turkey)

I wish today was over. It didn't go as well as planned. I hate to disappoint my loyal public with a lame post but my inspiration is lacking.
Love,
Diana

Tuesday, November 16, 2004

Dear Diary,
So the labelmaker is fixed, and i just traded the girl down the hall a half empty jar of peanut butter for a half empty box of kleenex, and so things are looking up.
I had my first day of work today. Me and my new best friend David from Hawaii worked a fancy party in the Manor house. I still think they should call it the Manor manor. Instead of Manor house. David poured champagne, and I picked up empty glasses and refilled the crackers once. There wasn't really a whole lot to do. I felt unprofessional because they didn't tell me to wear a nice shirt. There were only two people that in my opinion drank too much (they were getting a little loud and red faced) and they were married. They kept saying that the other one was the designated driver. I don't know how i feel about that.
David let me drive the bon appetit van. That was fun.
Love,
Diana

Monday, November 15, 2004


"my ferret better be wearing this when i get home!"

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