and I thought my parents were gonna kill me for coming home so late. But when I got home my parents still had people over themselves. No wonder they didn’t keep calling me thinking I died or something. Fun night :D
how much I love to write. Although these college essays annoy the heck out of me at times, I can’t help but enjoy them as well. It lets me express myself through words; i can carefully craft each sentence and sound the way I want. I just have to be wary of those stupid grammar rules. I actually wish I possessed a stronger foundation in writing so I could be a little more creative without the fear of being considered a radical by college grammar nazis. All this writing also made me regret how I had dropped art from my life. I really did love art, and I actually had a knack for it. I’m just out of practice now and lacking technique since I never really learned the basics. Oh well.