"If man were relieved of all superstition, and all prejudice, and had replaced these with a keen sensitivity to his real environment, and moreover had achieved a level of communication so simplified that one syllable could express his every thought, then he would have achieved the level of intelligence already achieved by his dog . - Robert Brault" My significant other likes to call me a hipster. however, I deny deny deny. I enjoy quirky coffee shops, thrift stores, wayfarer glasses, watercolors, artsy neighborhoods, anything fuzzy that can't kill me, cooking, and reading. If it looks like a duck, walks like a duck.. I know but I swear I am not a hipster. I am a recent college graduate, recent as in (May 2013). On paper I have a BSN, awesomesauce. I am no writer by any means, I am however, a person with imagination, thoughts, and day dreams that are stories waiting to be told. During the torturous studies required of a BSN student I lost track of who I was. A person asked me what my hobbies were and my reply was a blank confused stare. In an attempt to recover what was loss when I gained my degree I have taken up writing. I enjoy reading the works of others and writing a story, short or long has always been a cool thought of mine that I finally have the chance to act upon.