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

worlds most fascinating college graduate

Friday, January 14, 2005

Dear Diary,
I get to go back to school in less than 2 days. (but more than one day) I am so excited. I want to turn over some new leaves. Less thinking about celebrity gossip and boys that don't like me, more thinking about saving the world and stuff.
I was riding the bus yesterday, and believe it or not the bus had the "new car smell". I've never smelled that in a city bus before. Maybe a charter bus but I can't be certain. The bus also had personal reading lights and personal fans just like on an airplane. And the seats were upholstered in fabric that was little maps of seattle. I couldn't believe the fancyness of this bus. this is a bus to bellevue. Do we get this on the busses that actually drive through the dirty city and not to the nice suburbs? of course not. The injustice here is tremendous.
I also went to the puppy store across from my mom's office yesterday. I almost exploded from the amount of cuteness that was in that store. There were all these teensy dogs rolling on top of each other and tripping over their big feet. All the puppies wanted me to take them home so badly, I could tell by the way they were wimpering at me. I wanted to take one home in a badly, but I knew that wouldn't work out very well.
Love,
Diana

Monday, January 10, 2005

Dear Diary,
Today has been a good day. At work today, my coworkers and I decided to be incredibly original and quote napolean dynamite all day long. I know we are the first people on earth to find our deadpan napolean dynamite impressions hilarious. But what do you know! work was over before I knew it.
I read almost a hundred pages of my book for school, which finally got interesting. Yep my life is sure fantasticly exciting.
However, there is a black cloud following me around because of a tragic turn of events. My computer died and now it is waiting for the fedex man to come steal it away from me and take it to god knows where for god knows how long to get it's poor little screen fixed. This is what a mom must feel like when their only kid goes away to summer camp for the first time. Surges of loneliness punctuated by pangs of worrry.
Love,
Diana