hello...
she says to the void, the empty space behind the pitter patter of nervous fingers jittering across the top of trepid keys. The thought of someone reading something that I have given literary birth to is enough to make my skin, not only crawl, but stand up on its feet and run away. Judgement.
For starters I am not your regular arts student, I dont wear hemp, I care about the environment, but I am never going to buy a smart car or stop watching tv, and for the most part I dont really care about Gloria Anzaldua's Borderlands and the awakening affect its had on society about why we ostroscise those who are different.
I just exist.
And now I have busted my blog virginity, it was akward, it hurt a bit but i think ill get used to it. Maybe i might even like it.
