Bullshit diaries

No, really, I have no idea how else to name this thing that I'll be doing. A little project I suppose, something to keep me busy, as if I am not busy enough already. The whole thing might not be as realistically about my life as I would like it to be, but it will be what the title is - bullshit diaries. The stuff I live through, the things I do, the people I meet, the people I love, all those things, all here, in here. I guess I have the balls to do it.

Now, how do I start? Maybe at the beginning? That sounds way too simple and I don't want to make it simple for you, reader. I want you to really experience the mess that is my brain. Always wanted to do this because I never could really explain how I think and how I process things. It just gets a bit too random.

As you can see, I can't even start things. I've always been bad at it, even with conversations. I love to talk to people, I love to listen to the interesting things they have to say, but I never know how to start the conversation. The other day, I really wanted to talk to somebody because I find them quite interesting, but it took me at least an hour to start the conversation. After it started, I felt great and it went on and on and on... I had fun and got inspired to write.

Okay, I will have to hide some people's names because... I'm very paranoid. I always have the feeling that somebody is watching me on TeamWiever or somebody hacked into my Facebook account and now they know everything I talk about anyone on there. I will also hide my name, so you can wonder - is this all just a part of my imagination or is it the reality?

Because I promise not all of this will be true. I am an artist and my imagination is so strong sometimes, that it changes the reality in my mind. So it is my reality, but it is my imagination.

See what I meant by how much of a mess my head is?

Anyway, my name is Anna. I am sitting in the classroom, listening to the most boring professor at our school. I don't even know what he is talking about, because I am writing this. It doesn't really matter anyway, I was the only one to score a 2 (1 being a failure, 5 being the best grade) at the last test! Hm, maybe I should listen. I do want to pass the next test as well.

A bit later. I have to finish this first. What was I saying? Let me read back. Okay, sitting in the classroom. Me and many other students are hiding our mobile phones because the professor decided to be super evil and will take our phones in a big carton box if he sees us using them. That was my dad's idea.

My dad works at this school since 2003, so for 13 years and he personally knows all my professors, sadly. He's a pretty cool person, he always has fun and shares the same interests as I do - racing, sci-fi movies, traveling... Also, he is the complete opposite of my mom. She's organised and works as an accountant. She works on her own so I guess she's some kind of entrepreneur. I love that word. It's so weird. Entrepreneur.

They really didn't fit together, so they got divorced 8 years ago, when I was 10. Now don't feel sorry for me - it's better than it was. They used to fight a lot and my dad wasn't there for us back then anyway. Not saying that he's a bad person, he's just not a family person.

Where was I again? Classroom, okay. There's also this thing that I have to explain, before I go on. Our school is weird. I'm becoming a computer technician and the most important thing is that I hate computers. Every piece of technology dies in my hands anyway and I'm always calling my dad to come fix things. That's his job here, anyway. So, our class is divided into 3 sections - IT, web and coding. I am with the IT because I hate programming. I had to do it last year and barely passed, but in the end, I did and was given an opportunity to "never program again". That was a big fat lie. The tests that we take at the end of the year, called matura, will include programming. Not much, but it will.

So, we actually have 2 classes of computing, but we're all combined back in these sections. Hm, that's hard to explain. It doesn't really matter that much anyway. Forget what I was saying, thank you.

Is there anything else I want to say right now? Is this enough for a first chapter? I think so. Yes. I am the boss of this diary and I say it's good. So see you tomorrow or in the evening, or never again, and good bye.