Dear Diary,
I am in Portland at my sweet new pad, and horror of horrors, we cannot get the hot tub to work. I am really sad about this. We even drained it and cleaned it and everything. It's been nice though, playing house. We went to Costco and bought the six pound bag of pretzels for 3 bucks. That felt pretty good. I even have my own bed in my house now! What more could a girl want? Oh yeah. A hot tub that works. You can't just get college girls all excited about a hot tub and then take it away from them.
I went to the big Sellwood Goodwill, aka, "the bins," and it was really gross. But we bought a pink chair. Now we just need a truck to go pick it up with.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
One last final sprint to the end of session six. I love these 9 and 10 year olds. They are so cute. I like that since I have been alive twice as long as them, i really feel extra in charge. They don't talk back as much as the older kids. (talking back is really annoying! sorry mom!) They spent a lot of time at the hoedown last night chasing 10 year old boys, which is a throughly enjoyable spectator sport. The other day when i was getting up to refill the water during lunch, a boy from kiki's cabin came over and asked one of my girls out. To the hoedown at wrangler. They have been talking about it nonstop. I think that it is possible to get about 4 to 5 hours of conversation out of 1 minute of interaction with a boy when you are ten. no exaggeration. I'm glad that that stage of my life has come and gone. Now boys are good for like, buying me stuff.
Love,
Diana