Truth is... the list of things that i posted that were "how to suck at blogging" was all about me.
I was always late to post blogs.
I was always making up my extra 5 the night before.
I made the cover of my journal look cool so i didn't look like a tourist.
On paper i am a tourist. But in my mind, I am a artist.
Every time i walked into the class room my creative juices started flowing and I was in a place that was unbearable to leave.
I love this creative writing class.
2:15 meant doom for me, for I had to go back to the real world.
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