I started keeping a diary when I was nine. It has since become a force of habbit, though I seem to be slacking lately. In high school I started what I call "the red journal series". It all started with a red sprial notebook I started writing in. When I filled that one, I started a new red journal. Four years and seven journals later, I'm still doing it. I wrote everything in the red journals; rantings, short stories, poems (if you can call it that), and anything on my mind I wanted to get down on paper. Most of what I wrote is just the pointless thoughts of a troubled girl. Some of it, however, turned out decent.
I am in my second year of college. In the last year alone I have been through so many experiences that to list them would take too long. I've also been through a few college level writing classes. Since I don't quite feel like taking any more writing classes any time soon, I'm taking the chance with posting on this website.
I have three kittens and a fish. I smoke and I don't like the people who try to convince me to quit. I read every chance I get. I hope to be an Art Major at my school by next fall. I take amazing photographs. I'm short. I knit like crazy, and I'm damn good, too. I am a loyal friend who is not willing to take shit from any one. I type fast and make typos that I usually don't catch. I live with my ex-boyfriend, who is also my best friend.
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