Dear Diary,
Nothing is right in the world. Me talking smack about the RAs bit me in the ass. I took the dorm dog out for a walk last night, and I ran into two RAs walking up the stairs, then they got all like, "you can't have a dog we're callling campo and the RD and everyone in the world to try to figure out how you can get rid of this dog." I told them all the sob story about how the dog's owner was out of town, and he wouldn't get fed or walked by his roommates and we just wanted to make sure it was getting taken care of. And then i cried because i am the biggest wimp in the world. So then we all had to sit there and wait for sarah to come back so we could drive it back to his house. So now we don't have a dorm dog. What a lame deal. I don't know what to do with myself. homework? that seems like a shoddy replacement.
Love,
Diana