the artist's box
chapter 3- real dreams
School starts for the betsy tomorrow. Which is both happy and sad. I am really tired already, and can't imagine that getting any better as my workload increases. But? I really like my classes this semester, so that's nifty.
And i've bene saying nifty tons and bunches that past couple days? What is up with that, i ask you.
confused? read this chapter from the beginning: here