old map
'ello. I am a college student. I may break some rules of grammar and use unnecessarily descriptive words. Sue me. I miss writing for myself. I journal, yes, but that is to keep myself sane; I need to write a bit just to see words like lackadaisical and blackberries and fog and imperious in ink. I love me some words. I'm not an English major though. We've already got one of those in our family, and I am currently following the path of historian instead. I'm attending a small, liberal-arts college which will go unnamed for the time being. I like to keep an aura of mystery about me (joking: if you ever meet me, I am the most un-mysterious person ever and will probably blurt out something that should have been kept inconspicuous). old map: At my college, there is a place we call old map. It is the oldest part of one of the dorms and it has an elegant, poised grandeur about it that remains undisturbed by students sprawled on high-backed chairs or patterned carpets...