Ah, the dreaded about tab -- (also known as The Place Where One Goes to Decide Whether or Not One is Impressed by the Way the Author Groups Words Together and Determines if One Possesses the Desire to Waste Five Minutes of One's Life Every Week Reading Said Words). No pressure or anything.
Je m'appelle Emily. I'm a journalism major (who does not speak French. At all. Go creme brûlée though) at Point Park University, a college with a strong fine arts focus located in the thriving, pulsating, real life, beating heart that is Downtown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Being a first semester freshman, I was forced into this hilariously long ( -- three hours every Wednesday -- Who created such a thing as a three hour long class? Who destroyed the concept of happiness for you when you were a child? Whoever you are, let me help you --) and perpetually boring City University Life class. I'm part of the honors college, and must therefore honorize the course, (AKA make it harder) and part of that endeavor means keeping a journal that's chock full of all sorts of college adventures. *insert cheesy thumbs up here*
Because I want to write books, I think it only makes sense that I embark on this web writing sojourn. You should join me. Let's be friends. Let's get burritos sometime and talk about music. And hey - life's kind of a mess, ain't it, sheriff? (I hope you just read that in Garret Dillahunt's character's voice from No Country For Old Men, but if not, welcome aboard.) Maybe this will help me sort out the mess that is my current college existence. (Spoiler: there are a lot of Ramen noodles and twinkle lights involved.)
And if it ain't, it'll do till the mess gets here. (I tried my hardest to channel my inner Tommy Lee Jones just now. I hope you did as well.)
And now, I salute you, kind human, for reaching the bottom of this unnecessarily long tab. Let us raise our metaphorical Starbucks cups (because college) and clink them together dramatically. Here's to figuring out the grand scheme of things, together.
Je m'appelle Emily. I'm a journalism major (who does not speak French. At all. Go creme brûlée though) at Point Park University, a college with a strong fine arts focus located in the thriving, pulsating, real life, beating heart that is Downtown Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Being a first semester freshman, I was forced into this hilariously long ( -- three hours every Wednesday -- Who created such a thing as a three hour long class? Who destroyed the concept of happiness for you when you were a child? Whoever you are, let me help you --) and perpetually boring City University Life class. I'm part of the honors college, and must therefore honorize the course, (AKA make it harder) and part of that endeavor means keeping a journal that's chock full of all sorts of college adventures. *insert cheesy thumbs up here*
Because I want to write books, I think it only makes sense that I embark on this web writing sojourn. You should join me. Let's be friends. Let's get burritos sometime and talk about music. And hey - life's kind of a mess, ain't it, sheriff? (I hope you just read that in Garret Dillahunt's character's voice from No Country For Old Men, but if not, welcome aboard.) Maybe this will help me sort out the mess that is my current college existence. (Spoiler: there are a lot of Ramen noodles and twinkle lights involved.)
And if it ain't, it'll do till the mess gets here. (I tried my hardest to channel my inner Tommy Lee Jones just now. I hope you did as well.)
And now, I salute you, kind human, for reaching the bottom of this unnecessarily long tab. Let us raise our metaphorical Starbucks cups (because college) and clink them together dramatically. Here's to figuring out the grand scheme of things, together.