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I'm Sarah Nelson. So are a lot of other people.

This is my new journal. You know the feeling you get when all your old entries are about some fictitious past you only want to remember bits and pieces of? Well, this explains it.

I'm 21, going on 22. I used to win a lot of crappy awards for writing about my accidental death or metaphors about my dad being an angelfish. Then I stopped writing, mostly because I had significant others that compared reading it to listening to the entire "Dark Side of the Moon" album on repeat. I stopped reading, too. Its hard to believe I once picked up Billy Collins in times of despair instead of the 6th Edition APA Reference Manual. Things are destined to change.

I go to school at Michigan Technological University, an engineering school far enough from my parents for sanity, but close enough for weekends off of work. I am in my senior year as a psychology major (yes, I'm analyzing you) and a social and behavioral science minor. As soon as I am ballsy enough to fail take the exam, I will also be a certified personal trainer. After twenty plus years of believing I'd never get anywhere, I think I'm making small steps of progress.

I am in love, or so I truly believe, with a guy named John. His name's pretty boring, but he's the coolest guy I know. We have a cat named Bucky who is our love child.

Since my hippocampus is not all I would like it to be, I'm writing again. I want to remember something that my brain will not.

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