Dear Diary,
I'm still in my khakis because I just got back from the country club. Now I have to keep them on because I have to go to work in 20 minutes. If I was working and golfing as much as I wanted to, I would need about 5 pairs of khakis. What's so great about khakis anyways? They're just beige pants.
I went to a tanning salon today, (don't judge, I only go a few times a year I swear) and there was this tiny dog running around with two broken legs. One on the front, and the opposite one in the back. It was the most pathetic thing I've seen ever. Then the heavily tanned and made up woman behind the counter, the kind of woman who is 28 and calls everyone "honey" and isn't really that friendly, told us that the crippled dog had just given birth to puppies 3 days ago. They were behind the counter in a little nest. She let us peek at these tiny tiny brown dogs, and I almost passed out they were so cute. No bigger than large hamsters. Maybe like squirrel sized, minus the tail. They couldn't hardly walk, they were just flopping all over each other. I wanted to steal one. I kept thinking, I could just slip one into my shirt....
Love,
Diana

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

Dear Diary,
Today at Albertsons ( I know, what the heck was I doing at albertsons. EVERYONE knows that fred meyer is way better) there were these frozen pizzas on sale for a dollar. Actually there were quite a few things on sale for a dollar. So I got some pizzas. And me and Amandog (clever, i know. i made that nickname up all by myself) ate one of these pizzas in our lounge at around midnight. I borrowed someone elses knife to cut it with. Then this boy shows up and is enraged. someone stole his knife. and i confess. i tell him, i was going to wash it, i swear to god! you were never sposed to know!! I don't know if he believed me. But I am starting to think that A wing has really bad dorm karma. Why is it so hard to make a darn friend around here? just knife stealing enemies, wherever you look. I think I am only friends with about 31% of the people in this dorm. which is beyond lame. Short of putting a keg in the lounge, I think that bringing this group of 19 and 20 year olds together is impossible.
Love,
Diana