the artist's box
chapter 3- real dreams
so these classes i'm taking might be the death of me. ok, that is an exageration, but i tell you true, they are going to be a lot of work.
which mostly means that you guys are going to get some wierd rants here, and sporatic crazy from the me. which though i don't hink you'll mind that much, is still interesting to go with.
and i just have to say? i love snow. it is one place tha tnicodemus and i do not agree. that little gothy boy hates the winter, the cold and the ice, but i could run in it for hours, getting dumped into snowdrifts and sledding until my cheeks freeze. i heart piece winter.
confused? read this chapter from the beginning: here