Classroom Chaos

Today I just recieved this diary. I'm not a diary kind of gal, but lately, ever since my parents told me I use to run into walls, doors and gates as a living when I was little, I've noticed that I'm forgetting more and more things. Little things. Not very important things. Thats what calanders are for. Even memories I can remember...some of them. Others, they just fall out of my head. So I thought it would be a good idea to start recording my thoughts, actions, behavior, and ect. in this journal. Maybe when I'm older, I'll re-read this and think:

"Hm. Did I do all of this?" "Why did I think that?" or "What crazy times!" and I would know what I was doing.

Holy crap, I'm Ashton Kutcher in The Butterfly Effect!