Dear Diary,
My posts will become more infrequent as my life becomes more exciting and computers are not always readily available. I daydreamed the day away making online reservations.
now that i am at home i have all sorts of business to take care of. Like unpacking, and playing with the cats. But seriously, things happen too fast. All of a sudden my home for the last 8 months is completely dismantled as everyone packed it up and returned to colorado. (way too many people from colorado at my school, btw) And everytime I come home to seattle, things are a little bit different. I feel sad, like telling my parents, "so you got a new faucet in the kitchen and you didn't TELL me?!?!" But tides change, the cookie crumbles, blah blah blah. At least we still have netflix.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
It should be illegal to make a class based only on three pieces of work... because then when one is an utter disaster, you are left with a bad taste in your mouth about the entire class. But this has never happened to me of course.
School is over so soon. Everyone is packing and stuff. I'm going to go ahead and wait until thursday or so. I don't like the feeling of being half moved out. My room is enough of a barren hole without having all my stuff packed into boxes.
Time for my ceramics final evaluation! I hope that everyone on my floor is looking forward to their poorly glazed pots as presents.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Life just keeps getting better and better. I am officially accepted to be a camp counselor at Camp Sealth this summer. So that means I need to work on thinking of a new name for myself. I am officially accepting suggestions. So far my ideas are Dinosaur and Crouton. My inspiration is really lacking in this department. I like Dinosaur a lot... but it is hard to imagine a million little kids calling me this for an entire summer. I'm totally going to develop two personalities. Diana and Dinosaur.
I just turned in my research paper so i am feeling pretty good. I have my spanish final from 6-9 tonight but that involves me acting in a group skit as "Miss Amnesia." Basically all that i have to to is go, "Que?" "Donde estoy?" and "Quien son ustedes?" a bunch of times. piece of cake.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I am sitting in the library. Fake studying as usual. It is packed. I have to share a table for the first time in history! With a girl in the pink tank top with an Ibook. Little does she know that I am writing about her on the internet! I get such a kick out of being creepy.
I am writing an essay. It is not going well. I will be here until 2 in the morning at the rate i am making progress. Maybe if boys would stop walking by with condoms pulled over their heads as they inflate them with their noses I could get some dang work done around here! I suppose this is what can you expect after a girl with a pink tutu walks around distributing them to everyone complete with HIV facts attached. Yes, the library at college is an excellent place to find the permiscuous types who know nothing about HIV... Well who knows, maybe i'm giving us too much credit. regardless, this is probably the best time i've ever had in the library.
Today was finals brunch. I worked as contracted cafeteria help because the event was that huge that catering professionals such as myself were necessary. There was a fountain of chocolate with 5 million strawberries. I decided that i need one of those for my wedding. It was the most amazing thing I have ever seen. Next time someone has a complaint about the food at the Bon, I'm just going to have to say "you must not remember the time they had a chocolate fountain with 5 million strawberries..."
I got to be smoked salmon distributor. It was pretty fun. Sarah saw me in my apron and was like "you must be so embarrassed!" Honestly, the thought didn't cross my mind. Hello, any attention is good attention, right?
Love,
Diana