Dear Diary,
Today I catered a memorial service for a Hawaiian guy, and they gave my co-worker a lei and not me. He's hawaiian, I'm a haole. I wanted one really badly though. They were real, imported flowers and everything!
I really hate the part of Itunes that shows how many times you've listened to a particular song. I'd really rather have anyone who casually glances at my computer know that I've never actually listened to all of that Bob Dylan, and i actually have listened to the acoustic version of Michelle Branch's "Everywhere" about 23 times.
My brother made it to Brazil finally, he's probably wearing embarassing swim trunks and trying to chat up the natives as I type. Apparently though, now sister has to one up him by going to a super obscure South American country to teach the youth how to change the world. I adore being a Freeburg. Lately I've been getting all sentimental and weepy, thinking, I just couldn't have a more fabulous family, could I... I think I'm supposed to realize this when I am 78 and sitting on my front porch with my cats, thumbing through pictures of the grandkids.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
One thing that has come to my attention with my advancement in higher education is that it gets more difficult, not easier at all! It's all a scam.
And here's an emotion that I am the first student to ever feel, I find myself getting very distracted when I try to study. I've been reading for the last few hours, but I'm still not done because I got caught up reading the more juicy, Pee Wee Herman-esque chapters in my abnormal psych case studies book. I don't think that really counts as studying. It doesn't apply to my homework and I'm just going to have to re-read it later. AND i missed the OC.
So I guess, Doctor, the answer is no. I wouldn't exactly call myself a "go getter" type person.
I've been told this could change later, when some sort of cause lights a fire under my butt.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Something exciting happened today, besides my first statistics class of course. My dianafreeburg.com pencils came. I've got a hefty 72 of them, and they are for my readers of course, so please, gentle reader, e-mail me (freeburg@lclark.edu) with your home address and I will mail you TWO of your very own www.dianafreeburg.com pencils.
Today my stats teacher who appears to be quite a character, started the class with "So I guess I should try and learn all your names..." Then he proceeded to go through every row of the 40 person class and recite all of our names. Mine was the only one that he had to spend 15 seconds remembering. Obviously he had found pictures of us somewhere, hopefully not facebook. I've heard of teachers doing this before but never experienced it. Those darn Psych professors are always trying to freak you out somehow. He also had the projector going the whole time, playing a live NASA rocketship launching off the internet. Apparently his brother is a major rocket scientist and is sending a nuclear powered ship to pluto today for the bargain price of 600 million dollars. Mr. Stats professor didn't want to miss it, even though he was teaching a class.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Today I spent lots of money and got a really bad headache. I don't have any really great insights here, but I'll try. Turns out taking a nap is helpful for a headache, and Nordstroms Rack is a really good place to buy shampoo. (who would have thought?!)
It is still raining cats and dogs here. Of course I am listening to Brighteyes again. It's getting old, damnit.
Jetblue has a flight from NYC to the Bahamas for $109 round trip. I spent that much on my Psychology textbook today. Life isn't fair. Oh woe is me, I have access to a world class education.
Love,
Diana