Dear Diary,
I am taking my roommate and our friend on a field trip to Seattle tonight. I am very excited. Because my house is really awesome. And we have a huge TV and live a block away from the beach. It's pretty much like the OC now that I think about it. more later.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I have spent the last fourish hours slogging through statistics homework, pretending that I understand. It hasn't gone well. I hate not understanding stuff. It's like, if someone went to all the trouble of inventing this crazy formula so I can understand if a multiple variable study has statistical significance, it's the least I can do to understand it. I often get this nagging feeling that the world was created by people a helluva lot smarter than me. Take the space needle for instance, I NEVER could have built that. I definitely couldn't have figured out how to invent telephones or airplanes. I guess all of these things took some baby steps.
When I was about 13, I remember putting on a bandaid and thinking, "so this beige bandaid is great for me, but what about darker skinned people? They should get their own bandaids too, like, in different colors." THEN- years later, what do I see on tv? brown and light brown bandaids. I just have to say, I thought of that first. I just didn't have the resources to put my vision into action. Good thing I have a website so I can gripe about this.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Here's a good feeling- falling asleep in the middle of your very important homework only to wake up, and realize that there is actually a lot more that you have to do than what you thought. And better yet- a ton of time has passed and the first thing still isn't done. I'm sure that someone out there in my faithful readership knows this feeling.
I golfed all day, I did slightly better than yesterday which is really crucial to my mental health. Otherwise I don't know what I would have done. Now all I have to do is shave off 25 strokes by the spring invatational.
Love,
Diana