So needless to say, when I opened my eyes to find sunlight streaming in through our tiny window, I freaked out. Did the alarm not go off? Was it broken? Did I turn it off in my sleep? I pondered these questions as I flew through half my morning routine.
With wet hair streaming behind me and only half of my face done up, I began to power-walk to class. I would have ran to the Cultural Arts building, had it not been for the incredibly bulging book bag that I'd strapped on. My calves ached by the time I'd crossed into the air conditioning, where the cold air burned my lungs...
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Anyway, that was my morning yesterday. I wrote that narrative as I waited outside for English class (my second class of the day). I had an hour to burn and nothing better to do with my time than write down what was running through my mind.
Speaking of writing, I wrote a freaking incredible song the other day. It's my new baby. I gave it to a friend for his birthday.
So my Creative Writing class is the most epic course in the world. I adore it. I don't speak up much on the whole, but no doubt I'm sure I will eventually. I've just got to find my comfort zone.
I'm supposed to be doing my English homework right now... hahaha... I've got to print it off tonight in J's room because E and I don't have a printer in our room and the iPrint station downstairs is broken or something like that -suckssssss.
I've started keeping a Writing Journal for Creative Writing. I've got one page about the auditions for "The Wild Duck" that I went to the other day. I found it extremely interesting.
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I get to come home for Labor Day. I'm psyched to get my boots... I miss them so very much... and my cat, I really, really miss my cat.
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Be Calm by Fun
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