Dear Diary,
My day has been unusually dull. I filed my taxes. I did some reading. Met with a professor. Made an appointment. Called a 1800 number about my little investment account. One of those days when really, it would be more fun to be a less responsible kid. See, I don't even have anything to write about.
Except the fact that my roommate and I just hauled a minifridge up from the apartments, and we had to buy some orange juice to celebrate our new treasure. Now I can have refrigerated beverages whenever I want!! Not to mention, other cold snacks. Halelujah!
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Today Elliott and I spent some time messing with "google earth". incredible! We found my house, his house, his car in the driveway of his house. Then we looked for pagodas in China and found some hills in San Fransisco. The best part was looking for penguins in antartica. We definitely found some. Google Earth is a worthwhile download for sure.
Okay, so I am admittedly very easily annoyed. Don't sit next to me in a quiet classroom and start knuckle cracking, nail biting, excessive foot wiggling, gum cracking, ect. I might try and shank you with my mechanical pencil. But today in one of my classes, one particular individual really stepped it up, for obnoxious in class behavior. She was dreading her hair. You see, her dreadlocks weren't complete. So she had to use a lot of palm on palm rapid friction to make her dreadlocks more convincing. It was like she was trying to start a fire with her dirty hair. I might transfer colleges.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
My brother is going to see the Rolling Stones on a beach in Brazil for free. They are expecting ONE MILLION people to show up. My mom is jealous, but I think that is quite a crowd for her standards. Anyones standards, I suppose. Maybe not for like, ants in a huge ant colony. However I have no idea how many ants can live in one ant hill. And does the queen ant have to birth all of those other ants? That seems like a big job. Or am I thinking bees here?
At golf today it was cold and windy and it made me wonder, why on earth do we play golf in Oregon? And why doesn't this damn bag have wheels on it or something?
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I am trying to find myself a vehicle online. This has been one of my hobbie for about the past five years. When I was 16 I made a powerpoint presentation for my parents about why they should buy me a car. They didn't bite, and here I am. The thing is, I don't really like the looks of anything that I could afford. Seriously, who wants an OLD car? I like the idea of a ten year old Explorer. But then again, then I would be a hypocrite with an SUV. Even worse, an American SUV. I just find it really hard to get excited about some wimpy corolla.
Yesterday at dinner, I was caught off guard by one of my co-workers from this summer. He was in Oregon visiting a friend of his from high school. I suppose that's not that weird, but it's always unexpected, running into people you know in other states. We didn't know each others real names either. Just camp names. Me=Shamu. Him=Soup. How strange.
Love,
Diana