Dear Diary,
Today I got my assed kicked by another golf course. I am noticing this happens a lot. but makes me a strong individual! I like to think of the good shots and not the bad ones. that means i don't spend a whole lot of time thinking about it. A highlight was when Crystal (Krystal?) stepped in a hole by the tee on number 8 that was about a foot deep that was disguised by grass. We had a good laugh. these will be my precious college athelete memories someday.
I need to get over my phobia of boy golfers. I assume that they are all amazing semi- professionals but really they are mere mortals that hit the ball hella far sometimes. I am terrified whenever one is in my vicinity when i am trying to hit. i just want to prove myself so badly, and then i can't deliver. it tears me up inside. maybe i should have gone to a womens college then i wouldn't have to deal with boys in any sort of achievement oriented environment until the workforce. but i should instead just get over myself. if you can't take the heat get the hell out of the kitchen.
Love,
Diana