Dear Diary,
I am in the library, making leaps and strides on this research paper, and I decided to take a break and steal some music off the wireless library network. All the other dweebs in the library who have wireless internet and Itunes libraries are accessible by ME, thanks to some helpful software. The deal is, you have to name your music library so everyone else knows who you are borrowing from. Here are a few examples of what LC students call their music libraries- "God is Dead" "Enemies of metal, your death is our reward" "Fucking Hostile" "Dance and burn, in HELL!" or on a lighter note- "I <3 cupcakes." I can't believe the aggressive attitudes exemplified here! My music library is called "God's gift to the golf team." It's filled with Billy Joel and Afroman. Well, more than that but I was too lazy to scroll past "B" to see what I actually have these days.
Today we workshopped one of my writing pieces in Creative Non-Fiction. It was about Franklin, my beloved highschool. I was trying to write about diversity and crap, what it's like to be a white kid at a non-white school. Big positives, but a lot of challenges as well, you know? I got all the marked up copies of my story back from the rest of the class, and one kid wrote that I sound racist. Instead of inspiring me to make my story better, he kind of just made me want to punch him in the face, or cry. Then this other girl wrote that me putting in the fact that I am white is irrelevant, and that's when I realized, everyone is stupid except for me. I feel better now.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
Too bad I can't date one of the Beatles. Not only are they funny, (I am the walrus? Octopus's garden?) but they are sentimental fools ( I will, Eight days a week, When I'm sixty four) . I don't think they make sentimental fools anymore. I haven't found any. Listening to the Beatles reminds me of driving to "Vertical Club" to go rockclimbing with my dad and my brother on dark weeknights in 4th grade. I would sit in the back of the Ford Taurus playing with the armrest and my dad would lecture us on how the Beatles are the most diverse and original band that ever was. He was right about a lot of things. By the time it's my turn to put my kids in the back of the car and lecture them about the Beatles, they'll be like Frank Sinatra. ancient. Maybe I'm better off lecturing them about Boyz II Men or Modest Mouse.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I am convinced that my roommate is the most easygoing person alive. At the movie theatre yesterday, Ariel and I thought it would be kinda funny to try and convince her that putting ketchup on popcorn is an American tradition. Instead of recoiling, she was like, "Sure, I'll try it." I think we can all learn something from her. Be less picky, be more awesome, life will be more fun.
I spent all of Saturday with yellow fever in my arm. I got the vaccine in the morning, along with hepatitis and typhoid, and for the rest of the day I felt like I had gotten punched really hard in the arm. it was lame. I was trying to go to bed at night and all I could think was, "my arm hurts my arm hurts my arm hurts my arm hurts." I decided that it would most likely be worse to get the real disease.
Love,
Diana