"Hello again, Xanga."It's sophomore year. I'm still not considered an "upperclassman," but not a freshman either. Stuck somewhere in the middle. Freakish as it sounds, I am actually enjoying my homework... somewhat. It's something to do! And I'm absolutely in love with my notebook. It's so organized and completely beautiful. This is so strange. Xanga has changed so much since the last time I used it. It's almost confusing now. Can I really keep up both a Xanga and a Facebook?? I already waste so much time on the computer, it's scary. People I need to hang out with soon: Emily, Peter, Aisha, Katie, Callan, Marrissa. Will my xanga still exist somewhere in cyberspace fifty years from now? One day, I'll go back and reread all of these entries. And think how idiotic I used to be. And then I will probably delete it out of embarassment. What are "tags"?? I'm going to the public library this evening. Did you know it doesn't close until 9:00 on Sundays? | 
