Dear Diary,
Today I saw the worst movie ever. "Looking for comedy in a Muslim world" It would have been good if either a) it was actually funny. or b) had someone cast as the lead that was better at being un-funny. Like Bill Murray. Our protagonist here was supposed to be a comedian, but he just lacked any natural humor. I think that might have been part of the plot, that he was a bad comedian, but seriously, the movie wasn't accomplishing anything else whatsoever, so they might as well have made the comedian funny. What a novel idea.
Because we didn't get our moneys worth in the first movie, we stuck around for "Brokeback Mountain" which was terrific. I've never stolen a movie viewing before, it was thrilling. I figured since the first movie was so bad, we deserved it. It's such a good love story, it just broke my heart. I could rave about it for a few more lines, or you could just see it.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I realized yesterday that I do not spend nearly enough time in my blog discussing the infinitely amusing activity that is Bikrams yoga. Yesterday in class, my new favorite teacher was talking us through one of the more complicated moves, she was trying to make us feel better by telling us how bad she was when she started, "One time, I was in this pose, and I completely popped out of it, hit my head on the mirror, not only did I startle everyone, but I had to look at my sweaty head print for the rest of class" So many teachers I've had in Bikrams are so dang serious!! Like yoga is life and death. I adore this teacher because she made the whole room crack up multiple times in the 90 minutes of 104 degree excercise. She thinks that life is fun and crap. How novel.
I was explaining my career plans to someone in the study abroad office today, and in response they told me, "of course you know how absolutely impossibly competitive what you want to do is, it's like getting into medical school! Good thing you seem like such a good student who likes to plan ahead" I was like, "Good thing! (holy shit!)... awkward laugh."
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Yesterday I went snowboarding and I didn't fall on my head ONCE. not once. It was glorious. You know what else is glorious? This weather. I'd go so far as to say that it's... sunny? I'm probably going to go frolic around campus after this.
Today in my creative non-fiction class, the group spent quite a long time raving about this essay we read, about a surgeon's interactions with human organs and a scalpel. Everyone was busy appreciating all of these different aspects of the story, but I just wanted to exclaim, "Did anyone else think that this story was WEIRD, and GROSS, and not want to read it?" But I would have just gotten blank stares from my classmates, who were obviously able to overcome its weird and gross aspects, in order to appreciate more sophisticated parts that I have yet to recognize.
So Seahawks in the SuperBowl! Who would have thought! I'm sure this is upsetting to my mother.
Love,
Diana