Helloooooo! I am rubberduckie! You can call me Zorro if you want to though! Lets see, I like to RP, I love Zorro, X-men, LOTR, Harry Potter, Pokemon, House, Scrubs, M*A*S*H, and Sabrina the teenage witch. Not in that order. Zorro and House are tied for first, LOTR is next, ect. I love the ocean, I can stare out at it all day. I am in college, that is big, I love college. I am a psychology major who is afraid I won't be able to get into the masters program, and there isn't much you can do with a BS in Psyc. But I am going to work my but off this year and see if I can't get at least a 3.5 GPA. Lets see, what else might you want to know about me, hmm... I dono, if I think of more I'll poast it later. Thanks for looking at my page!
- Last seen on Apr 19 4:00 PM. Member since August 30, 2008.
- My mood is
, and quote is "Zorro, the fox so cunning and free, Zorro, who makes the sign of the Z". - I am a girl from Massachusetts (United States)
- When I'm not writing, I'm Psyc student.
- I am in the groups The New Reign of the X Men, The XMen 1
- I have 3 comments, 3 poems, 3 stories
My Stories
-
-
As Cody stood looking at the mansion that made up the school a bald man in a wheelchair approached. Cody used his powers to see what the mans intents were, to find the man had some sort of mental block up. Cody was suprised
-
Cody paused after he had run for a mile or so. He was so afraid that his Dad would come after him. He had jumped fences and barely missed being hit by cars. All to get away from that man.1
My Poetry
-
Eight more days, how will I survive?
Eight more days till to school I'll drive.<100 words, 1 comment, August 24, 2008. In ... -
Walking the cold stone halls filled with strangers, trying to see around people looking for your classroom.
My other items
1 - 3 of 3
Show all
- eight more days at allpoetry
Eight more days, how will I survive?
Eight more days till to school I'll drive. - Weekends at allpoetry
Ping pong, air hockey, movies galore. A weekend at college is seldom a bore. - first day of freshman year (college) at allpoetry
Walking the cold stone halls filled with strangers, trying to see around people looking for your classroom.
