So as I'm rewriting my story previously titled, "Run", I now realize that I haven't had a dream about waves or water in an unusually long while. When I wrote this story back in February, my wave dreams were just as vivid as ever. I kind of miss them... weird? They were nightmares, really. And I miss them. Anyway, the title is now "Sordid Tsunami ( Read more... )

This semester has been a blast, and went way too fast. We're coming up on the last few weeks of school and it's insane ( Read more... )

I've been looking for summer job opportunities, and I found this really great job on campus that they were hiring for. It's the Assistant Director of Summer Housing. So I made a resume, a cover letter, and I asked a professor and my boss at the Admissions Office for recommendations. I had an interview yesterday ( Read more... )

I spend way too much time on fmylife.com, but it's just gotten so addicting. If you haven't been to this website, go now. If you're feeling shitty about your day, this will make you feel better ... or at least laugh a little at other peoples misfortunes.

The nightmares continue. I didn't have a single dream that I would consider a nightmare since I was a child. Now, they're regular. I woke up this morning just as the sun was creaking around my window shade, and I couldn't breathe. My heart was racing so fast and I was panicked. I had a nightmare that a friend and I were approached by a couple of ( Read more... )

So my Macbook almost crashed ( Read more... )

So today in my Flash Fiction class, we read and discussed the second story that I wrote. I called it "The Routine." It's about an elderly husband and wife going through the pain of Alzheimer's Disease. The husband is the one with the disease, but the wife is clearly effected, maybe even more affected, by it than he is ( Read more... )

At this point in my life, I'm sick of the one always giving advice and being the one to listen ( Read more... )

It was exactly one year ago. I tried so hard for the longest time to make it go away, and I still do. I keep my mouth shut and I feel like it's something I should talk about. I feel like I'm being weighed down. I see him everywhere, every day.

I want to live like Henry David Thoreau did when he wrote "Walden."

Just for a few months, or maybe a year.