Dear Diary,
I just finished watching the premiere of the Real World Key West. This kid from my college who graduated last year is on it. His name is Zach Mann. I met him at casino night a couple weeks ago, (he still hangs around campus for some reason) so I decided that now we are best friends and I have reason to watch the season of this show. So far so good.
Everyone has that one person that they kinda know who was on reality tv. This is even better than when that girl from my middle school made it to the number 12 spot on American Idol 2 years ago.
I have to learn not to sit anywhere near the window in statistics. Because then I just stare at the foliage for the hour and half. Periodically glancing at the professor, like, "why are you here again?" In my humblest of opinions, I think that it is obscene to have that class be an hour and a half.
Love,
Diana