can you believe this crap?! from the papers of diana freeburg

worlds most fascinating college graduate

Saturday, April 07, 2007

Dear Diary,
Last night we went to the roller disco. Best twelve pounds I ever spent. Very small london rink, and crowded. But you had to be 18 and over and we got to dress up in killer outfits. We interpreted "Disco" to mean florescent tights and sparkly eyeliner. There were hardly any guys there, of course. I can't imagine what group of self respecting british guys would be like, "so, we going to roller disco tonight?" The girl skates were really funny, they were white plastic with pink accents and wheels that were supposed to light up when you skate, but not everybody's could. The night didn't end well for some of us, there were injuries. But it's things like roller disco that make me want to live in big cities only. What kind of small town could support such a niche venue for over 18s that want to wear sparkly eyeliner and skate around in circles in the middle of the night? It's so sad to think there are places where this doesn't exist.
Our program ends on thursday. I. Am. Sad. But we are attempting to make the most of our last few days.
Love,
Diana

Monday, April 02, 2007

Dear Diary,
I just got back from Edinburgh. It was lovely. Lovely weather, great city. The whole group stayed at a really funky hostel. The highlight was when we went on a tour bus around the city, and it stopped at this huge cliff/mountain. The three girls I was with and I all scampered off the bus so we could scamper up the hill and look off the cliff. We were so high up, and the sky was so clear, we could look across the city and see the castle perched on another cliff. Terrific. We all were just so thrilled to have climbed to the top of something awesome, and experienced a bit of natures majesty for once. It's not like in Portland I go hiking and spelunking every weekend, but I think that just being near trees and things changes how I feel. Here we all feel so starved for the outdoors.
Yesterday I played pool against this italian guy and this mexican/british guy and I had the best luck ever, everyone thought i was really good at pool. Except for the part where i hit the other teams ball in and thought it was mine. I think I am just going to do embarrassing things for the rest of my life and I need to get over it.
Love,
Diana