I'm a writing major at the University of North Texas.
I'm focused on poetry, but not crappy emo poetry.
I'm also a wannabe indie musician and I write for my college newspaper.
By night, I sit in a coffee house and discuss really useless stuff like whether or not Karl Popper is a humongous jackass (he is) or whether a violin with no strings is useless, or simply free.
Yeah, it's the kind of meaningless scholarship you can still indulge in when you're skirting a fine line between the real world and childhood.