Ever-frightening

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Hollins U.

Roanoke, Virginia. 

Screenwriting and Film Studies.

I might want to do grad school after all. 

hair decides work level

Once I put my hair up, and decide to work at my desk instead of reading in my bed, you know that I mean business. It's time to do some serious homework.

What I Learned In School

Well, today at least.

Creativity is required to have self-confidence in your work. Without it, you probably just won't make anything. And if you do, it won't be something you are incredibly proud of. However, once you have creativity you will actually WANT to do work. When you have that grand idea, all you want to do is just that and not be bothered by other little things...like eating or sleeping. Hey, if the idea is great enough, I might even skip a meal [food is a great passion of mind]. But once that creativity is flowing and you create work you are proud of, you want to make more. And of course your confidence is boosted.

Creativity à Self-confidence.

Took me 4 1/2 years of college but I finally found the key.

The Banana Incident

Do I have a story for you! There I was, sitting on my bed, editing pictures. Harmless, right? WRONG. If you have a Dutch room-mate, that is. Now, like I said, I was just working and being completely innocent [it's a stretch, but also the truth]. Suddeny, out of nowhere, a banana is flung at my bed. I look up to see an evil grin from said Dutch room-mate. I am shocked. Usually so is so sweet and kind [lies!]. I pick up the banana because I care for it. Then, I discover the worst part. It's a banana split! After this knowledge, I decided to document it.

After this documentation, I decided consuming the evidence would be wise. But then a song came on and I started dancing. That's when the top half of the banana fell off--into Anne's garbage. I then fell to the floor in laughter. After which I tried to eat the other half but accidentally dropped it on the floor. And then I dropped the banana peel in Anne's garbage.

Justice.

Served.

crazy-busy

crazy-busy seems to be the best word to describe my academic life right now. and yes, my "life" now means schoolwork.

Goodbye

It's weird leaving dorm life. I'm still taking a class, so I can't say the sleepless nights are gone. But I can say that it was weird leaving. I have lived in 613 for two years now. Next year will be the last year I can live there. Lots has happened there. Endless tears, laughter, plugged up showers, lights that don't work, and toilets that are perpetually running. But at the end of the year it is stripped down to blue mattresses and empty dresser drawers. How do all those things happen in a place that can seem so cold and empty as this?

Especially when you consider that only 18 hours before, it looked like this....