Tuesday, May 27th, 2009 Dear Diary,Woah, I feel so lame already. Ok so by writing this diary I’m not making a statement that my life is actually worth reading about, like Anne Frank or whoever else kept a diary that was discovered later on. I just…

He wasn’t my prince charming, to say the least. Ibrahim called me two days after our little encounter and proceeded to tell me that he loved me. He didn’t even know me! Just because he freakishly found out my name, number, and address didn’…