Dear Diary,
I am back from San Francisco, and I had so much fun there that I am forgetting to be excited for London on Monday. Because I go to London. On Monday. For FOUR months. What I will do with myself there, I have no idea. Hopefully something other than just spend money. Because I am spending money like it is my job or something.
Yesterday Rafi took me out to a hipster bar called popscene. It was filled with hipsters. They played 80s music and we danced and it was incredible. I accidentely ordered a 12 dollar drink but i have no idea what the kids are drinking these days. whups. I have figured out the requirements to be a hipster, and i don't think i will ever make the cut. 1. wear the tiniest pants possible. 2. dance like no one is watching. like REALLY dance like no one is watching. 3. drink pbr. 4. don't think you're a hipster. The only requirement that I can claim is number 4. which surely isn't enough.
Love,
Diana

Dear Diary,
So I may have neglected the website. But do not worry, faithful readership. I will be in London soon and will have lots of exciting things to post about. I am already a little bit sick of talking about London and I haven't even gotten there yet. I think it's just what people want to talk to college students about. Just like senior year of highschool when all that any adult you know wants to talk about is where you are going to college.
I am in San Francisco right now, making Rafi do all sorts of dorky tourist things with me. We walked across the golden gate bridge, I loved every second of it but Rafi kept bitching about the tourists and the noise from the freeway. And of course we had to spend quite a while talking about all of the suicides that happen off of the bridge every year. There is even a phone on the bridge that you can use to call a crisis counselor 24/7. We passed this guy just sitting up against a pole all alone and looking in the water and raf and I both admitted to having the same thought as we passed him: "don't do it, man!!" Apparently a lot of people jump off the bridge every year, so many that they are considering putting up nets. a major eyesore, BUT. people are killing themselves. people who would have otherwise just killed themselves some other way probably.
I only have 3 and a half more days in San Francisco and I have a lot of ground to cover. Make some rice a roni, have sourdough bread bowl, befriend Robin Willams, et cetera.
Love,
Diana