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

worlds most fascinating college graduate

Saturday, May 21, 2005

Dear Diary,
Another eventful day. After sleeping in embarassingly late, I made my way to my first hostel. It turns out that it is really really close to the tube station, but for consistancys sake I got lost trying to find it anyway. It's really not fair, because in this town sometimes a seemingly regular intersection will have 3 or four street names coming together, when it looks like it's only 2. Do you see the injustice here? I tried, I really tried.
Last night these ridiculous boys from the lame side of the river wearing blazers with t shirts and gold chains told me that my imitation of a London accent was perfect. Granted, it was only one sentence, but thats one thing to cross off my London checklist. Me and the redlands girls played English pool against them. Smaller table, and only two colors of balls. needless to say we lost. Pool has never been one of my fortes.
Love,
Diana

Friday, May 20, 2005

Dear Diary,
So here is a tip for all of my readers. Don't invite me to stay at your house. Things will go wrong. So far here, I have managed to be the worst house guest in history for reasons that are completely out of my control. The first night, fionas cousin David greeted us that night with, "You idiots!" Because we were very very lost but only like a block away. Then fiona and I vowed that we were done being lost idiots. BUT of COURSE it got so much worse. Last night, we were supposed to meet david at a park after his austrailian rugby practice and go out for dinner. But en route, the worst thing ever happened! We were running to this train, and fiona got on right as the doors were closing, and of course diana is afraid to get squished and the doors closed! Fiona inside, Diana outside! There were all these people around, and I just wanted to say to them "did you just see that! What are the odds?" It was one of those let's laugh and cry at the same time moments. I didn't know where the hell his practice was, so just went to his house alone instead, and sat on the front stoop for a long time feeling sorry for myself. meanwhile, fiona is backtracking to his house and David is silently cursing us as he waits for an eternity at his practice. Fiona finally called him on his phone from the corner store and we arrange to meet him at a pub that of course we can't find. Last night we got the same, "You idiots" greeting when we finally found him. Not in a mean way of course, but we were idiots all the same. The night ended reasonably well, fiona and I got to know his aussie accountant mates and we rode a double decker bus with an actual destination. One of the perks of hanging out with locals. The tube is easy, but the buses? forget it.
What else can I say? I bought some pashimas today and ate very salty pasta, went to an amazinly fun museum with interactive activities and lots of very old and ornate dresses. Fiona and I got to try on corsets and hoop skirts. I dig museums with clothes, it's the same pleasure of shopping with no pressure to spend. What's not to like?
Love,
Diana

Thursday, May 19, 2005

Dear Diary,
I'm sorry if my blog has been completely unsatisfactory lately. It's because my last two posts haven't worked. I am hesitant to make a long post because i don't want it to not work and then i would have wasted valuable creative juices. I'll just say a few key things. It is my second day in London. I slept in till 3. I thought that I could beat the jet lag but apparently not. Last night Fiona, me, and my new best friend sharde got lost grandly. And then at like midnight me and fiona were trying to find her cousin's house, and got terrifically lost trying to find sharsted street which only exists for one block. It started out being awkward, asking for directions, but after the 10th person we were pros. Then the nicest girl in the world let us use her cell phone and we ended up just meeting the cuz at the tube station. We're not so good at using the pay phones. Too advanced for us apparently. The people are nice here, everyone is "mate". At least if you are a boy you call all the other boys "mate".
Obviously the language is the same but I still am like "what?" whenever someone talks to me. I think the accented fluctuations in voice make it harder to discern whether you are being asked a question or not, if that makes any sense at all. More later.
Love,
Diana