i are anja.

hey hey, it's anya here. i'm that awesome person who gave gino the idea to start a blog. we went to the same A2 class. and he was effing dumb. ha. just kidding. but kinda true. he wasn't this good in essay-writing. guess i've been sucha great influence for him that we both ended up with a 6/7. yes, the highest point you could get in IB is a 7. god number. IB is god. not really, but you get the idea.

sooo. i'm not really sure what i'm supposed to write here. i'm just here to avoid the brain-shrinking-into-the-size-of-a-raisin process. sorry for ranting but... after two torturous years in IB i ended up in a mediocre university. it hurts more than a broken heart, trust me. being used to active discussions and analytical essays, having to write "a sentence with one subject and one verb" KILLS bits of my poor, poor soul. yes, i'm cocky, deal with that bitches. i passed IB i have every right in this world to be cocky.

well so uhh, what do i wanna improve ummm. i guess coherence? i always have these ideas popping up in my head during the process of writing, and i HAVE to write them down. hence disturbing my perfectly planned outline.

oh and vocabs too. i'll read the dictionary when i'm bored or something. ish.

okay i'm out of ideas. gotta stop.

byebye