Let's Be Honest

My semester is over.  I am completely done with classes.  I will hopefully have a high GPA.  I never have to go back to my "Energy In the 21st Century" class ever again.  I passed it with a regular or high 'B' (still haven't gotten grades back yet). 
On Saturday my sister-in-law will help me take my belongings to my new apartment and then we will drive home for a family reunion.  I am scared to death.
I have so much anxiety over going home it's actually kind of ridiculous.  And that, is actually all I'm going to say about the subject. :)
My sister is my alpha reader (the one who says things like, "Okay!  Where is the next chapter Aiden? I need it right now and if you don't give it to me, so help me, I will not room with you come Fall semester."  She is a great encourager. 
But, it was fun because she sent me a text "So the short story you wrote entitled 'Oh, Fairy Tales Are Real' . . . any thoughts on finishing it?"
I had a moment of panic.  I had no idea what she was even talking about.  Take it from the girl who remembers everything she's ever written, that is a scary moment when you can't remember the title of a book that actually sounds awesome.  It's frightening. 
However, after she read me the first little bit I totally remembered the entire thing. I was still a little on edge for why I didn't remember it, but I'm okay now.  A lot of things have happened in my life and I've come to the conclusion that it's okay to not remember some things.  In fact, it might be desirable just so I'm able to do what really matters.

On another note, there are so many things I want to do with my life.  Namely, Criminology (or something in the Criminal Justice Field), Archaeology, Foreign Languages (because nothing spells awesome more than being able to curse someone out in ancient Egyptian), Photography, Astronomy, and many more, but I can't really name everything because we don't have all day.  (Hello! I still need to clean my room spotless before I move out.)
Anyway, I know that writing full time would be, who knew?, a full-time job.  However, I know I can be good at prioritizing.  Let's think back to the times when I wrote a book every two weeks or I wrote two books in two weeks.  And that was with writing only 5,000 words a day.  (By the way, that last scentence was not to be read in a sarcastic tone.  I really don't think writing 5,000 words is that much.)  (not to sound snobby or anything) Keep in mind, I wrote that much every day during my senior year.  I had classes from 7-3, work from 4-7, flute lessons one hour a week, church every week, youth group every week, seminary every day before school, etc. 
How did I do it?  I woke up every day at 4:30, wrote one chapter at least, went to seminary and school, came home at wrote another chapter and then went on with my life.  I loved it.  Yes, I was tired, but not in a way that I couldn't function.  I got at least 6-7 hours of sleep and I never felt more rejuvinated than when I wrote in the morning to write before doing anything else. 
I think that is my key.  I need to write in the morning when I'm able to fully concentrate and just be a writier. 
Anyway, back on topic.  I want to be a full-time writer.  I think becuase of my abilities to prioritize, I would be able to do what I wanted while getting an education to do more of the things I want to do.  Who knows?  I could travel the world while writing a book.  I can be anything I want to be. 

Let me tell you, releasing that knowledge?  It feels pretty great. 

Have a good weekend. 
Aiden.

Ugh.....hmm.....eh....

Well I have had a whirlwind three weeks! I was on vacation for two weeks, and while I was there I am proud to say I finally found out what true happiness feels like. Several times on the trip, I experienced an extreme spike in happiness to the point that it was all I could do not to bawl my eyes out. I loved the feeling, but I was worried at the same time, so I confided in my dad about the odd feeling. He explained it like this: "That's a good thing dear. You see, crying is a way of releasing stress. You are relaxing so much, that all of the pent up stress you have been holding in is finally getting out, luckily in a positive way. And that's ok, because you're on vacation, it's what you're supposed to do!" and he finished with, "Vacationing: you're doing it right." Needless to say my dad is one of my favorite people right now. Getting back to the happy though, the thing that makes this so profound is that I have never actually been that relaxed. In comparison, I didn't even know what relaxed was. I know I have always had trouble releasing, but to have it all come out like that--it felt fantastic. Now, I must admit, previous to that vacation, I was in what could be considered an unhealthy relationship. I wasn't dating the guy, but it definitely wasn't good. When I was on vacation, I had two dreams, after which I found I wasn't interested in him, and, for whatever reason, I found myself somewhat sickened at the thought of him. Well, it was all fine and dandy when I didn't see him on a regular basis, but when I got back to work I had to. Well, first day back, he smiled at me, and made a comment about how tan I'd gotten, and I thanked, and replied that I was--indeed!-- tanner, and then he went and sat down, and, with some crazy amount of strength I was unaware I possessed, I ignored him the rest of the day. And every day after that! The happiness from before surged and I felt absolutely liberated, like I was a brand new person. Then there was the added bonus of a very close friend from far away coming to visit, and four lovely days with him (as he was staying at my house). But now, alas, he is gone again, and a familiar lonely sensation has returned. It will pass eventually, I'm sure, but for now, I'm looking for that strength I had before. And the giddiness. Well, that about sums it up! Aiden will be home in about 2-3 weeks, and we'll be whole again for the first time since Christmas! I can't wait! Lots of happiness! Arika :)

Adventures at Work

          Well i love my job. I work as a Daycamp counselor. Which is basically glorified babysitting. It is fun though. Each child has a fun personality. We have this one kid named K.C. who is aloud obnoxious kid around his friends. Last Friday neither of his close friends were there and we asked him if he wanted another slice of pizza and he said "no thank you". All f our faces were literally like this O.O My co-worker Johnathan voiced all of our thoughts when he asked "Did he really just say that politely?!" It was amazing. K.C. is a cool kid though. there was one time where him, his best friend Isaiah and I were playing Monopoly, and they literally started having a wrestling fight in the middle of the game. It was really fun.
          Most of the kids call me Aunty K. All of the counselors get called something related to family. Rachel is Gradma Ra, Melissa is just Aunty, Becca is Mom, Johnathan is Dad, and Nico used to be Uncle, but now they just call him Bingo. I love my job. I get to go swimming every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. We also get to do whatever the kids do. Like two weeks ago we got to go to the Maturango Museum. In all my life living in Ridgecrest I had never been there. So it was a nice opportunity.
           This past week I also got to see my friend Jon from Germany. It was a blast seeing and hanging out with him. It was so fun to play Just Dance on the Wii with him too. I wish I recorded him dancing to Beautiful Liar. That was on of the funniest things I had ever seen. I'm gonna miss that boy.
           Well thats all I can think of to write. So until next time!! Have a great day!