Here is the first entry from my Word Processing journal:

"First day of school. I am SOOOO excited about my sophomore year starting. I mean - new guys (hehe), new friends =) and new teachers, and old friends, don't forget that part. I don't have any goals, except finishing freaky first semester of Geometry and meeting new people (i am obsessed). Ok, after zero hour I have Internet class, which may turn out puh-retty good, and then Biology with Shalomi, and Russian with my fave peeps. Life is good!"

Here's random journal entry from somewhere in the middle of semester. Let's take November 1:

"Dam-dee-dah-dee-dam;

La-la-la. He he he. *evil laugh* Ha ha ha...

Anyways, first quarter... It was horrible. Horrible. Horrible!!! Man, oh man... First quarter.

I'm such a lazy bum. Didn't do any homework. No homework whatsoever. I'm failing two classes. Hey, it's me, straight-A student, failing TWO classes, and getting pretty bad grade on third one. Well, I didn't do any of my homework in Algebra, but I think the tests carry on my grade, and it's still an "A" even though it's an "A-". Packet is due today, but I'll turn it in Monday. I mean, everything is damn late, why don't I make this one late too? Thsi quarter was absolutely horrible. Not only in school, but this period of my life was horrible. I mean, the whole year was so absolutely great, and the closer to the end of the year, the worse my life gets; so complicated. I mean Duh, I am having bad grades, my my teachers are on my case, my emotions go berserk, I can't write poetry anymore and yada, yada, yada. A

I just felt like screaming my lungs out about my life going down the drain. Now I'm fine. Now it's ok. Now I'll live. I'll go on breathing and eating and sleeping, and crying about my life being wasted. How sad... How sad... How goddamn sad...

I need some tissue."

And here you can see the entry from January 23-rd. The end of the semester:

"It's the end of the semester. I have History midterm today and I studied like crazy yesterday. It has got to pay off. If it doesn't, I will go to the beginning of the semester, find people who distracted me, and beat them up to the pulp... YEAH!

It seems like the beginning of the semester was such a long time ago. I am serious, I got so caught up in my life of studies, I am such a nerd now. Rowr.

But seriously. My life is same old, same old. Nothing new and nothing exciting. Come to think of it, it was like that for 15 years and I lived.

Anastasia, get a life!

Or cope with the one you have now."

Enough said about my semester.

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