Memories of a Creative Writing Student

I started going through my old posts. Really going through my old posts. I even hopped over to the other blog that I started for a class I took at York with Professor Marcus Boon. I realized that I loved being in school, and that I was good at it. Fuck I'm S-M-R-T. (yes, that was intended to be facetious by leaving out the "A".)

I mean... The Tripartite Soul of Hip-Hop? Someone should really read that...

While reading I started to get a familiar feeling in my nose. Let me tell you about it. It feels like my sinuses are opening up, that I can breathe easier. Then it feels like a nose bleed without all the mess. That's how I explained it in one of my Creative Writing workshops. I said, "When I read something I like it feels like my nose is bleeding." From then on whenever I read something I loved by one of my fellow classmates I'd say, "That's definitely nose bleed material."

I read some of my posts and my nose felt that way. Is it Narcissism? Maybe. Possibly. Do I care? Not in the least. I think I have free license to be a little self-indulgent. I mean, look at all the assholes on twitter?

The Come Back?

It says that the last time I posted anything, it was February 24, 2009. Almost a year ago. WOW.

It took me a while to remember my password for it, and when I decided to look through some of the old posts I realized that the blog was inundated with photobucket ads saying that my account with them has been inactive for 90 days. More like a year by my count.

It's been so long since I've blogged and I'm not even sure I know how, or if my tone will fit in with the other posts I've posted. Oh well. Why start another blog, right? Reduce, Reuse, Recycle? Make this "Green"?

For those of you who may happen upon this, I do not promise to blog as often as I once did. Tried that before. Didn't work. I'll just post when I feel like posting, and if the addiction takes then so be it. Here's to 2010. Let's hope for my sake it's a year filled with words.