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

worlds most fascinating college graduate

Thursday, June 09, 2005

Dear Diary,
Because my friends don't call me back, i have had all this time to myself. i'm actually excercising and yesterday i had this "holy crap i have hella muscles" revelation that just motivates me to work harder. it helps not having a car and having to walk like 2 and a half miles home after an 8 hour shift on my feet. i suppose i could take the bus but it always seems like a waste of money. silly considering that it is only a dollar fifty. but that's pretty much paying someone to get me out of some fresh air and a healty walk. but anyway cry me a river freeburg. there are probably people in southeast asia who have never been in cars or something. Me, at home with my parents, crosstraining for the first time in my life, reminds me of when dudes go to jail for a few years and get all buff lifting dumbells because that's all there is to do. pretty soon i'll be taking creatine daily and making myself smoothies with raw eggs.
What worries me is, if my friends from highschool continue to not return my calls, i won't be able to call them my friends for very much longer, that would be pathetic of me. clinging to people who don't care about me enough to call me just makes me feel bad about myself. it seems that slowly letting some of my favorite people in the world fall off my radar is inevitable. sad. why is it so hard to be loved back sometimes.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I decided to paint my room. now i am a quarter of the way done and realizing how crappy of a task this is. I would be a crappy carpenter. My wrists aren't strong enough to get screws out of my walls and i hate sanding and i bend nails when i try to hammer them. the most amusing part is spackling. I didn't think that painting would require all of these chores but it does. lame. at least i'm not bored on my days off. and of course my color scheme was better in theory than practice.... but i just have to remember that at some point in history someone great probably said that you should take risks or something. which obviously applies to interior decorating.
how did my life get so mundane. i worked out two days in a row, that's how bad it's getting.
Love,
Diana

Tuesday, June 07, 2005

Dear Diary,
Two dvds of "the office" british version are coming tomorrow, and since i don't have to work, i am going to sit at home and watch them from start to finish. i am so consumed with anticipation i might pee my pants. maybe i am exagerrating, but when you are a grownup like me who works five days in a row you deserve the break. but at the same time i am going to be bored afterwards so i decided to paint my room. it needs it. something about the wood paneling that i have now from the 80s just rubs me the wrong way. I can't put my finger on it, but i know it's got to go. it doesn't fit my new cosmopolitan babe image.
I have narrowed my camp name search to three front runners. Sprout, Shamu, and Plankton. I find all of these names terribly amusing and now have to decide on one which is undoubtibly the most difficult part. If anyone wants to share an opinion let me know.
Thougtfully yours,
Diana

Sunday, June 05, 2005

Dear Diary,
just watched "love actually" again. possibly the best movie that ever was. every time i watch it, i just get so torn, hugh grant or colin firth? they both have so many good qualities, i am going to have to think about it some more. as a whole, i think i'm over american boys. and america, for that matter. i want to go do my study abroad like tomorrow. I'm thinking madrid. i wish my aspirations were more original. but no. i'm just another college kid who wants to go drink beer in another country.
these days all i ever do is work, is this what it's like to be a grownup? there's got to be more to it than that.
my readership is covering all three timezones in europe right now, australia, and what i am guessing is afganistan? my most diverse readership yet. but my website fodder is more bland than ever. afganistan is only one percent but my only guess is that it's mr. ballard. keep up the good work soldier.
I'll have lots to write about once i get established in either the best or worst summer of my life at camp sealth. i bet parents wouldn't like it if they knew i wrote about their kids (my campers) online. too bad. dianafreeburg.com breaks rules. destroys boundries. defies borders. breaks down barriers.
cheers.
Diana

Dear Diary,
why am i still awake if i have to get up for work in 6 hours. this is lame. but i can't abandon my public, that would be awful. the english speaking world wants to hear about my day! well this one is a doozy, let me tell you. so i went to work, sold a lot of muffins. then my mom picked me up and we went to the used book store where she got me some enticing books. then we went to the grocery store, or what i like to call "pottery barn food" (very classy grocery store. not to be compared to the likes of safeway) and i convinced her to buy a pineapple and some herbal tea. that was pretty much the highlight of my day. the pineapple. I think i am just as annoying to grocery shop with at 19 as i was when i was a little kid. i still want everything, and she still won't buy it for me. maybe it's best if i don't go grocery shopping with my mom anymore, i think it's stunting my development. i'll stop there because i am falling asleep.
Love,
Diana