Once upon a time, there was a duck named Fred. He really wanted to be a super hero, so he wore a red cape everywhere he went. One day, while Fred was swimming in his favorite pond, he saw a little girl fall into the water. This was his chance! He rushed over, grabbed her shirt with his bill, and swam furiously, struggling to pull her to safety ( Read more... )

No promises, but I think I'm writing again. Maybe a story. Maybe something more.

( Don't look here! )

I don't know what to say. It was too sudden.

We were seventeen, strolling somewhere near Battery Park, when Tim showed me the scars on his wrists. I can't remember what they looked like. I know they were thin, white, faded. I know he had prominent veins; they drew my attention first. I couldn't even see the scars until he pointed them out ( Read more... )

On August 25th, 2008, I will attend my first classes as a doctoral candidate in clinical psychology. I'm finally on my way to doing what I love and being a therapist. Hooray!

I am now officially a barista at Starbucks! What a fantastic way to use my B.A. in Psychology! :)

Hooray for making money!

I just fit into jeans that I hadn't been able to wear in about 6 months. And I look fabulous in them! And I've lost about 19 lbs! (11 by accident and 8 on purpose.) Life is fabulous.

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GRE Score: 1410. (Exactly the same as my SAT score, actually.) Bleh, good enough.

Medical school is for losers. This month, I'm writing 30 poems in 15 days. I'll edit in December, and have my application to Sarah Lawrence's M.F.A. program in Poetry ready by the deadline ( Read more... )