Dear Diary,
I am sick of being in my house but also sick of being at school. I am sick of TV and very sick of the internet. I am sick of reading stapled packets for school. I'm sick of going out to eat and sick of wandering around shopping malls when i need a break. I'm kind of sick of my cell phone too. Don't take this as me complaining, I love all of these things a lot, but my life has been feeling a bit boring lately. I've even started working out regularly, which is very unusual. I'm trying to envision things that sound exciting and do-able, but so far all I can think of is baking cookies or making a huge piece of installation art in the garage. Perhaps I'll take all of those cardboard boxes sitting in the garage, break them down, cover a wall with them and start a huge spray paint mural. I could listen to rap while I tag. I should probably actually do that. it sounds amazing.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
I am just sitting in my room, quietly writing my "personal statement" for my London internship, all about how great I am. I really don't like that the only one of my "interests and achievements" that I can put down is that I'm a member of the varsity golf team at my college. I am so much more than that. But they don't care about my blog, or that I like to experiment with putting different things in macaroni and cheese. They don't care that I have tupac right next to sarah jessica parker on my wall, or that my camp name was shamu. terribly one sided, this personal statement.
Time is going by so unbelievably fast. It's a good thing, because it would be good if I could get paid again. It also means that finals are probably like, tomorrow. Which is terrible. A lot needs to happen between now and then.
Love,
Diana