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Dear Diary, Jules called me in a panic this afternoon. The worst possible thing has happened. Okay, fine, I’m being a little dramatic. Or maybe I’m not. This is a nightmare! But really… who am I kidding? I knew it … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, Last night I was interrupted by Randy’s music… and then we started talking… and it got late… and I crashed. But I have to write about the rest of ‘library night’… so I can read it over and … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, Tonight was… unexpected… and it was… Perfect. Well, no, not perfect. Perfect would have involved at least partial nudity. I have a huge chemistry test in two days. I had to study. Really study. No procrastination. No loud … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, I had one of those dreams last night… the ones where you wake up with your heart pounding because you don’t know what’s real. But it only took me a minute to come back down to earth… because … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, Jules and I skipped our usual walk to Preston Hall for dinner tonight and went out instead. We needed a break. No Hannah. No interruptions. Just us… acting like teenagers talking about boys and laughing our asses off. … Continue reading →

Dear Diary, I hate being sick. But I kind of like spending the night at the infirmary. It’s so quiet… and someone brings me soup. I don’t even have to get out of bed… which works for me right now … Continue reading →