Dear Diary,
Occasionally life deals you an awfully rough hand and it is very hard to be positive and keep the laughs coming. I tend to do a pretty good job but sometimes it feels like i am putting up a front. I bet I am the first person in the universe to ever feel this way.
Here's a quote from a power point presentation in psychology. "I used to think that the brain was the most magnificent organ in the body. Then I realized who was telling me that." That's funny, right? Yeah i thougt so too.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
So the birthday is over as of 8 minutes ago. It's always sad to see my one special day of the year go by so fast. Thank you america, for the facebook wall updates and messages. I got the new Sarah Jessica Parker perfume from my perfect sibs, "lovely" and now the boys certainly won't be able to resist me. have i ever been so excited in my life? no.
My brother and I are watching BET. in conclusion, R Kelly is gross. "you're a jamaican queen, i'm an american king, lets get together and mix cultures and change the world" That's profound, R. I see a channel change on the horizon.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Today I got my assed kicked by another golf course. I am noticing this happens a lot. but makes me a strong individual! I like to think of the good shots and not the bad ones. that means i don't spend a whole lot of time thinking about it. A highlight was when Crystal (Krystal?) stepped in a hole by the tee on number 8 that was about a foot deep that was disguised by grass. We had a good laugh. these will be my precious college athelete memories someday.
I need to get over my phobia of boy golfers. I assume that they are all amazing semi- professionals but really they are mere mortals that hit the ball hella far sometimes. I am terrified whenever one is in my vicinity when i am trying to hit. i just want to prove myself so badly, and then i can't deliver. it tears me up inside. maybe i should have gone to a womens college then i wouldn't have to deal with boys in any sort of achievement oriented environment until the workforce. but i should instead just get over myself. if you can't take the heat get the hell out of the kitchen.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I am posting from the library which just isn't quite the same. My beloved laptop got a scary virus today through AOL instant messenger a convenient half hour after the tech support place closed. I have all sorts of popups and random malfunctions now. luckily i have access to a gazillion other computers here at fancy college- so my public will not be disappointed.
I think today I was more popular than ever in my life. I must have gotten cell phone calls from AT LEAST FIVE different people. and three of them missed me! geez am i glad i went to camp this summer. here at college with all these mega dweebs everywhere you forget that life can be wildly entertaining.
Every time i turn around at this place, i swear to god my least favorite freshman poser hippy boy is right there. talking loud on his cell phone, smoking, eating granola bars. I met this kid once, decided he was a hoser, and now it's like he singlehandedly accounts for 30% of the on campus community. The worst part is, i think that he coordinates outfits with his equally offensive best friend. except one wears headbands. I really hope he IMs his friend every morning, "so is it tie dye or hideous sweaters today? we did the whole mexican poncho thing yesterday..." I don't like to be so negative in the blogosphere, I should really stop. tomorrow, i'll most likely fall on my face walking across the pacman lawn, the offensive freshman will probably be right there (since he always is) to help me pick up my books and find my broken glasses, and then i'll feel like a huge jerk.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
It's been almost a week and i am still listening to gavin degraw. it seems our affair isn't as fleeting as i thought it would be. I think i am beginning to embrace my poser image. I'm never going to be able to convince anyone that i am hippy enough, hipster enough, intellectual enough, girly enough, political enough, hip hop enough, spiritual enough, athlectic enough, stoned enough, or anything enough. i'm just bobbing around aimlessly in the sea of defined groups... not that attached to mooring to any buoys.. The water is deep, as is my soul... this is the part where my faithful reader can't decide if i am kidding or a big idiot. i'm a little of both.
Love,
Diana