Dear Diary,
I am just sitting in my room, quietly writing my "personal statement" for my London internship, all about how great I am. I really don't like that the only one of my "interests and achievements" that I can put down is that I'm a member of the varsity golf team at my college. I am so much more than that. But they don't care about my blog, or that I like to experiment with putting different things in macaroni and cheese. They don't care that I have tupac right next to sarah jessica parker on my wall, or that my camp name was shamu. terribly one sided, this personal statement.
Time is going by so unbelievably fast. It's a good thing, because it would be good if I could get paid again. It also means that finals are probably like, tomorrow. Which is terrible. A lot needs to happen between now and then.
Love,
Diana