Dear Diary....

Dear Diary,

     I know we haven't talked in a while, and I'm not sorry. I have never enjoyed writing mundane events that happen to pass through my life and quite frankly, writing to you about them bores me. I'd rather be out making new memories then shutting myself in my room missing out while I describe in happy exclamations and silly details what exactly I won't care about tomorrow.
     
     "Ah-ha!" you say. "You are writing to me now, and that must mean you have repented of your foolish thoughts!" Not so, Mr. Diary. I would rather be doing next Friday's physics homework than write to you. However, my dear friend Mr. Hamster has requested that I write about my day.

      I wrote an 81 page novella for the guy. Don't take this personally, please.

      Today I had the good fortune of waking up. I was not dead this morning, and as far as some people are concerned, that's a pretty darn good day. I had been up until about 2 in the morning shopping with my roommate (since I literally did not have any food left but for a few sticks of butter, bread, peanut butter, and oreos),  so I slept through my first alarm at 8:30 and did not wake until 9:00. I was perturbed, but as my first class did not start until 12:00, I accepted it gracefully. As soon as I got out of bed I put on shorts, grabbed my keys and my phone, took my daily allegra, and headed out for a run. I have to run the moment I wake up or else my mind wakes up and my will not to run dominates my desire to have the strength of a lion.

     The sun was already rising from the top of Y mountain, which was unfortunate, because it meant that I would have to deal with the harsh 70 degree weather that plagued Utah, instead of the cool 65 degrees, a much more suitable temperature. I started off straight south towards the park, but before I had the time to get out of breath, I beheld an orange tabby feline walking regally along the sidewalk. It was a friendly cat, and in no time at all I became suspicious of its curious sniffing and fled from it. The run was uneventful and short enough that I can waste no time in describing the breathless ache in my throat and the constant desire for more oxygen. It sucked. I ran less than a mile before turning back and heading up the hill that unfortunately my apartment lay at the top of. After returning there, I walked a few blocks to another park, where I stretched. Upon entering my apartment, I pulled out my resistance band and went through some strengthening exercises. They sucked. See if you can spot a theme here.

    At about 10:30 I took a shower and got ready for the day ahead. Since I had time, I typed and printed the words "Magna Cum Laude", "Strength", and "Dream" and posted them on the bulletin board above my bed, to remind me of what I am here for. I will expound upon this at a later date. After which I packed my backpack and headed off to school. As I left the apartment, my roommate ran out after me and told me to wait, as she would like to walk to school with me. I patiently waited for her, and we set off together. I had no trouble keeping conversation with her, as I had gotten to know her a little and could make conversation on topics that both interested us. As we drew nearer to the school, I was passed by a super hot guy that I haven't met but have seen exactly two times before. I pointed this out to my roommate and we were instantly in giggles. I parted from her shortly and headed off to my religion class. I texted Mr. Hamster and sat next to Mr. Cookies as I listened to the interesting lecture. After religion, I had an hour to spend as I saw fit. I headed to the math lab building and ate my lunch as I reviewed my homework and found many mistakes that I could not for the life of me figure out how to fix. I found this was not in the good spirit of Magna cum laude, and I resolved from then on to always find a way to achieve a 100% on my homework. In math lab we reviewed new problems based on what we had learned in lecture the day before, and then were given time to start the homework due next class. I had not gotten far before our 50 minutes was up. I walked out of class and found my way to the math lab, where everyone can work together and get help from hired tutors. I spent the next 2 hours completing my next homework assignment with a few errors that I felt I could resolve with my friends the next day in lecture. I packed up and headed over to the science center to the physics lab, which is pretty much the same thing as the math lab. I spent the next 2 hours completing the homework due the next day and reading a ridiculous amount of stuff about thermodynamics in the textbook.

     Since I had no more homework left and had unfortunately run out of pretzel sticks, I packed up and headed back home. I dropped off my backpack, ate soup, a banana, wheat thins, and apples and peanut butter, and then pulled out my homework so I could finish the assignments due the next day. I watched a few music videos from HTTYD and worked on writing. After I had finished, I watched some more videos. My roommate decided then to go to bed at the unholy hour of 9:30, so I had to sit in the kitchen to work on anthropology. I made some tea, which turned out to be disgusting, and spent an hour reading the first chapter in the book my professor wrote. Boring as heck. I decided, once I had finished, that I was done with homework for the night. As it was only 10:30, I debated doing my physics homework early, but instead was asked by Mr. Hamster to write this blog post. I have spent an hour doing this, and will go to bed shortly so I can get up and run tomorrow morning.

    best regards,
Ariel Liddell