Dear Diary,
Why is doing homework SOOOOOOO hard for me. I'll think of fifty other things to do before I bring myself to start an essay. My room will be clean, I will be clean, my website will be updated, my laundry will be done, and all my friends will have gotten a call from me before I can bring myself to start my homework. There should be a drug for this.
Speaking of mind altering substances, you know what drives me insane? When people who are playing beer pong pretend that they don't want to drink. Like getting plastered wasn't the goal all along. Maybe it's because I'm waiting till my 21st birthday to have my first taste of beer, but I just could not get into the spirit of the cutthroat game of beer pong last night. There was so much yelling of obscenities, so much fighting over what the "house rules" were, so many friendships being shattered because one teammate wasn't pulling his or her weight. I couldn't get into it, I felt like the ultimate party pooper.
I keep getting these e-mails from my mountains, and they're saying, "Diana we've got so much snow it's a crime that you're not here!" So I wanted to let all of my favorite Oregon and Washington residents know that I am now accepting applications for snowboarding buddies. If you're Portland, I've got all sorts of gas money... And if you're Washington, don't worry about the ride baby just tell me when and where to come get you.
Love,
Diana