Dear Diary,

Dear Diary,

It’s been long since I last wrote in your pages… today; I’d like to tell you about how my day has been.

First of all, I’ve woken up at eleven o’clock, after an 11-hour-rest which has made of me a new happy person.  I’m not used to sleep more than six or seven hours you know? So, I’ve woken up at eleven with the intention of seeing a friend of mine at a quarter to twelve, who has 8as always) fallen oversleep and therefore, hasn’t come to the place where we had met.

Anyways, I’ve gone to do these things I had to do in the morning, on my own; and at twelve o’clock I had a two-hour Chemistry class with an ex-student from the school where I am now. (You should know her; I think I’ve talked about her in some other letters I wrote you).

So, I’ve gone to her grandma’s flat, where she delivers her classes, and when lunch time has come, I’ve gone home to eat something and gone back to class; two more hours. Do you understand why I’m always so tired in school? I’m aaaaaaaaaalways having extra classes of Math’s, Chemistry, Biology and History.

After ending my classes at 5pm, I’ve gone shopping with mommy.  I hadn’t been shopping with her for months, so today’s been a bit like a chaos! I’ve bought a pair of jeans, a pair of shoes, a fabulous belt and 5 T-shirts which will lead the way to summer! I’m so excited!

I’ve arrived home at about half past eight or so, and I’ve been doing homework and studying chemistry and stuff for a while. I’m going to have dinner now… I’m starving!

Well dear friend, I don’t think I’ll have time write on your pages until I end up the school year, which is in two weeks time! Time goes by so fast… I’d never say that I’m turning eighteen in a couple of months!

Gotta go, hope you don’t get mad at me for not having made notice of you for a while… you’ve also been in your teenage years, you know where our head is…

Love,

Anna!

I'm quitting smoking!

Ever since I said I would quit smoking, I've been smoking hundreds more cigarrettes. I thought the first of January was miles away until I woke up the thirty first December and I thought: "the day  has come". I was "allowed" to smoke during  New Year's eve but not more, and because I still hadn't the idea of quitting smoking in my head, I think that night was the one I smoked the most of the more or less eight hundred nights I've ever smoked. Why, you'll ask yourself? Well, there's no explanation there. I just thought that if that night was to be the last one I could ever breath in that dark smoke down my lungs; I'd get the most of it.
So, there I was, three days ago, smoking about thirty cigarrettes in about five hours time, seeming to be a chimeney.
Three days after, the third of January, I'm sitting on an uncomfy chair in the Uni's library, willing for a cigarrette. Why did I think this time would be different? What made me think I could quit so easily? Nevertheless, smoking is classified as a soft drug.
On the other hand, I have to say, I promised myself as well as my mum and boyfriend; among other people, that I would quit on the first of this month.
I don't think I'll be able to survive the exams period without having a lightened cigarrette bar between my lower and upper lips, how am I to stay awakened without that every half-hour dosis of nicotine in my blood.
The thing is: why did I choose to achieve such stupid and difficult purpose in 2011? I want a car. I don't know which one, it's not as if I really cared, I just want and NEED a way of moving around on my own, without having to depend on public transport or my mum.
So, girl, this is it. You chose it that way...