Dear Diary,
I think that i need to get a job at the reserves desk in the library. that's where all the hotties work. work, meaning listen to death cab on their ipods while reading psychology today. I wonder how you land that sweet job. by the way have i told you about my new sweet job? concessions at sports games. laugh all you want suckers, but i'll be laughing all the way to the bank. i'm pretty sure that it will be the easiest job that ever was.
Today in math class we had to name the senators from our home states because we were learning about functions. not only did i know all about functions, i could also name both my senators. a helluva lot of people couldn't. this must mean that i am succeeding at college which in turn means succeeding at life. yay.
Love,
Diana