Dear Diary,

Guess what!? The lab results just came back, and I don't have Lymes Disease!

How exciting! 

Sav

Dear Diary,

Yesterday I went on a breakfast date to West Cliff. 

The water seemed calm, and so we decided to jump in. 

We stripped off our clothes, went to the edge and jumped!

My heart stopped, my arms froze and the waves toppled us. 

I felt great. 

New tradition?

Sincerely, 

Dear Diary,

This entire past week I have been stressing out about not getting into the classes that I wanted and being frustrated with how many courses I had to crash. Frustrated about how many students were too crashing the courses and how much more work I had to do without access to the appropriate resources in order to stay on top of everything in the case I did not switch classes, or that I got in.

Tis a fabulous day, I got into all of them.

Sincerely,

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

I had a crazy-ass dream the other night, it went something like this:

I gave birth to premature twins, and I was so nervous for their lives that my partner and I moved to a lake where we could keep them safe. One day I was breast-feeding them and then..poof! They turned into dragonflies and flew away. We didn't know what to do, but then a man told us not to worry that we could always wait and catch new dragonflies, nurture them and they would turn into our children. So I decided to wait, and then next thing you know I am working at Old Navy in Novato.

The end.

My mom analyzed it and told me it represents transformation and change. It is a new beginning, and I am safe. Then she told me about a dream my sister had had...and you thought mine was crazy. My sister was pregnant with what Obama thought to be his baby, only it wasn't!

Sincerely,

Me

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

I was poked and prodded at all day.
They applied a local anesthetic.
One arm didn't give any blood.
The other had veins that are
"ridiculously deep, [they] need[ed] to switch to a butterfly needle".

The local anesthetic has worn off, and my arms are bruised.
Tuesday, you genuinely suck.

Sincerely,

Me

Pomelos

Confession: I am obsessed with Pomelos, they [*it is] absolutely delicious.

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

I learned how to drive a stick-shift this weekend.
I'm not too good yet, but practice makes perfect..

And if that doesn't work, I'll just click my heels three times.

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

I had a very fucking emotional draining day.
So glad it is over.

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

We officially named the new place, it is Brown Sugar-
Conveniently located right next to Granulated White Sugar (cube).

Said "Brown Sugga" of course.

my finger tips r still stained from blackberry blood.

Dear Diary,

I have two old German men in my home,
Thus I blast the Brazilian music.

Dear Diary,

I think I re-fell in love about three times yesterday, is this possible?

Dear Diary,

I leave tomorrow, and frankly-I am not sure if I am ready to go.
See you soon, I'm off to find you some presents and do some interviews.

Wish me luck-

Dear Diary, 

Yes, please.

Mommy Dearest,

When I get home can we please go and get yummy bagels..you know, just the way that I like them: sesame, slightly toasted with tomato and a chocolate milk..with a straw.

Thanks, slash I can't wait to give you a big hug too.

Six months is a bit too long for me, don't know about you..
Plus then we can stay up late at night and tell each other stories and laugh until our tummies hurt.

Ate mãezinha, diga oi á meus avos. 

Dear Diary,

I just got the lamest email ever. Pretty much it says that I will not be seeing someone special for an additional nine days after I get back. Is it entirely selfish of me to be tremendously bummed? I leave him for nine weeks, and he is goes for nine days. Any-who, got me some Stevie Wonder to brighten things up..

Dear Diary,

     I have been having a super bad case of anxiety lately. I don't know what it is, but I have had a plethora of nightmares, yikes..all of which are not fun! Most interesting is the fact that I have had one of my vols. in two of them..I still can't figure it out. I am losing so much sleep because I am too afraid to close my eyes, goodness this is not good! So, I shall retell them for you here (the abridged version):

1. My first dream took place in San Rafael, on Highway 101 in-between the Central San Rafael Exit and the Lincoln one. I was a slave, and we would walk down in a line in chains, going from one end to the other. By the end of the dream I found myself a mermaid (yeah I know, this is pretty cray-cray) made of paint, and me and my vol. painted our way out of slavery by disguising our art into a mirage. Then we slipped over the side of the freeway wall, and on the other side it was as if nothing had happened, it was regular downtown San Rafael. 

I just got some bad news over Skype. Not the best way, but know that my love is with you, and I will be by your side as soon as I can. 

Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

I had a horrible nightmare last night.

I was making art in a grocery store, and I got arrested.
Then, I was deported from Brazil and that's when the real shit went down.

Joyce Rice was in my dream too.
She actually put me in center where I would 'get fixed'.
It was a year long program, and I had no choice, why was this-I do not know.

So much for my planning;
Graduate in three years,
Thesis research in Honduras-
Earth Summit-
LALS midterm, I don't think so-
Special guy in my life, there was no warning.
Family, it was as if I no longer existed- you even rented out my room back home.

A year later comes and finally I am released-
It is exactly a year later, and I have had no contact with a single soul.
No pay phone calls, snail mail, visitors-I have been erased.
They bring me to the San Rafael Bus Depot, where I just sit.
I transport to West Cliff, where I go on a walk-since nobody knows me and anybody that does won't talk to me.
I try and pick up my life again-with a grand fail.

I tried to mend friendships that had been abandoned like a desert.
My best friends don't even make eye contact,
My boo is with another and despises me for leaving without even a note.
No one talks to me.

I was scared by everything that moved.
I was envious of everyone that lived.

Dear Diary,

I would like this job.

Big thanks-

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