Am I the noisiest person in this library?
The pounding of my fingers on this keyboard is like the march of a soldier.
Stomp, Stomp, Stomp.
The ninth floor of the library houses all of the books on art. Anthologies, picture books, biographies- they are all located here. You can expect to find me here on any given afternoon. I sit in the northwest corner looking out onto everyone. Usually I am quite productive, finishing homework or researching a paper.
Today is different. Today I sip my coffee and enjoy the guilty pleasures of facebook, google, and of course this blog. It has been such a long time since I have allowed myself time to unwind through free writing. Perhaps if I rant about my life through the virtual world I can be a better person, and a better listener in the real world.
I have also gained new inspiration to write through my English Writing professor. She has pointed out aspects of writing that I seldom explore, and has made process and editing seem much more attainable. I look forward to my endeavors in her class.
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