Hidden

I've always been told by the wiser that it is absolutely necessary to find pleasure in the small things in life-

As a writer, I make simple things look like a big deal. I mean, you can't never know what story could be behind an empty cup left unattended next to the stove. Was my roommate getting ready to pour a drink when someone called and she had to go? Did she have a guest who changed his/her mind about a refreshment?

There's a story hidden in everything and it is my duty to find it. And if there isn't one- I just find an excuse to make one up.

For tonight, I find pleasure on "Shy Ronnie."

Illness

The second Tylenol Cold pill makes its way through my throat and I keep hoping that this will be the last one. I don't seem all that sick anymore but I still feel sick. I'm beginning to think that at this point it's all in my head- and maybe I had too much fun taking three sick days (away from school, work, life) that I want to hold on to the idea of being sick.

Isn't this another story in this book I keep writing? How I made my way back to success from taking a week off? How I'll be able to recover and smile at the end and get away with things as I usually do?

At this point I don't know. I do regret being away from writing. I regret that. Every day. And yet I do nothing about it. Life sucked me up. I can't live in wonderland while I'm busy in real land.

I begin to care. Grades don't matter as much as people do. At least to me. At least that's how it is now. I know I won't remember what I learned in my Stats class in 30 years, but I will remember who I took that class with.

I'm trying to focus in what is really important. What really matters. Brands don't matter either. We're our own brand.

Life and Me

Alright, let's try this again.

I've been watching Marley and Me for about 30 minutes now and it is so hard to see people writing all happy and not want to write myself (and look that happy). I vaguely remember when this movie first came out but I do remember vivdly that I wanted to see it. However, the whole idea of a dog being the main thing in the movie didn't thrill my friends enough to come see it with me and I guess I didn't think it was one of those movies I'd be okay with watching alone (yes, I do go to the movies by myself sometimes). Also, I gotta admit that the only reason why I wanted to see this movie was because Jennifer Aniston was in it and I'll forever love Rachel (from FRIENDS)- I know, silly reason to wanna see a movie. Good thing I have HBO and they're playing it now. After I've had one of the best breakfast I've ever had.

I love to mix all sorts of foods when I eat. I told Sarah the other day that I used to put smoked ham in peanut butter and jelly sandwiches. They were heavenly. Haven't done it a while though. This time around I made me some delicious eggs (which I can actually flip inside the pan so they cook well) and added some leftovers of Indian food. I know it was some weird sweet white rice and chicken with yellow sauce but don't ask me for names because food wise I remain very ignorant. Did I mention that I also had amazing toast and orange juice?

At this point you're probably wondering why I get so excited writing about breakfast. Well, I'm a college student and reality being, my grades are a priority so due to homework and studying, I miss a lot of meals- breakfast being one of them. For the past month, I've been eating a blueberry bagel with cream cheese for breakfast (which may explain why my jeans fit funny nowadays) and my usual hot caramel macchiato. So I guess having something besides a bagel must have really made my taste buds happy.

But that's not the only thing that changed today. I feel I've been consistently irresponsible for the past few weeks (if you're my boss, AGS president, professor or mom, this is all fiction. I'll be sharp at the office on Monday!). I just haven't been on top of things because I've had too much in my hands and my brain eventually shut down on me without no warning. And maybe the fact that I'm in a relationship now kinda gives me a reason to slack off and have some fun for a bit.

But where am I now? In my living room watching Marley and Me. Yes, that was my attempt to make a joke. I got into Auburn University but no longer considering the idea to go there (So long 45 dollars that I paid to apply there!). Applied to Cal State LA and realizing that the idea of me continuing my education is way more important than where I do that. Working on my UC statement; still not sure of what to say.

This makes me happy. The part where I spend my morning drinking coffee and writing. So remind me how I got to the point where I'm too busy all the time to do this? I don't know either. But it is good because I'm living and life is good.

Yes I'm a very optimistic person. And after a conversation I had last night, I realized that I was raised to be optimistic after growing up in a country like Colombia where hope is perhaps the most real thing you have to hold on to.

Growing up has been an adventure. When I was little I used to dream of seeing my name in books, as the author. It's funny how some things never change. Not even this Friday morning, when all I wanna do is write.

Well, I better go back to reality, finish the movie and get some homework done. After all, if I ever wanna graduate, I better keep that GPA up.

Help Me

I'll be turning 21 in about 18 days so it's time for a reality check. I fell asleep during my Italian midterm. Just thought I should share.

I have not done much writing this semester and I'm not happy about it. I also don't want this post to be about whining of things I haven't done. I just really wanna write for you, those who read. So I want to hear what you like to read and I'll write it.

Looking forward to your feedback :)

Became My Hero

Here comes the Yankees. Don't hate, I will always be a Yankees fan. Actually, the Yankees is one of the reasons why I haven't written lately- I really wanted to wait 'til we'd win the championship to update. However, the more I thought about it the more I knew it had to be now before I'd get busy with something else.

This semester has not been what I expected. Who would have thought that doing what you love could cause so much stress? Maybe I'm not doing what I love? No, it's not that. I hope (fingers crossed).

When I was little, I happened to read Leonardo da Vinci's biography and the guy kinda became my hero. He was a polymath, scientist, mathematician, engineer, inventor, anatomist, painter, sculptor, architect, botanist, musician and writer. It was the first time that I knew of someone being able to do so many things in only one lifetime. I wanted to be just like him. I still do.

This is what created the problem= me wanting to do more than I can do. Or maybe I can? At the end of the day, I don't know. I'm tired and have been since I can remember. What I do know though, is that if I can make it through this semester successfully (including good grades and keeping my GPA at or above 3.9), I know I'll be able to make it through anything.

But for right now, we're up by 2.

About To

I should really be in bed. I'm not gonna lie, I WANT to be in bed. Every single night I think the same thing "I'm not getting enough sleep." I can't help it. Really, I can't.

However, I'm happy. Really happy.

So far I've only applied to Auburn University (which has now become my last choice) and they accepted me. It feels weird. I've been dreaming about going to college (like an actual university) for as long as I can remember, and now it's becoming a reality. It's nice to know that I have a future- that I can keep going.

Next stops= UCLA, Berkeley, UC San Diego, University of Southern California, LMU and UNC.

The trip is about to begin.

My (Hi)story.

Is it weird that I think about writing every time I'm eating chips and salsa? Right, I didn't think so either. Chips, salsa, writing. . . it's all related anyway.

My International Politics (IP) and US History (USH) classes are really opening my eyes to things I never had the chance to see before. We watched a documentary about Germany invading Russia during WWII in my IP class. It was pretty shocking and heartbreaking. I saw actual footage of people during those times. I saw hunger, sadness, blood- lots of blood. It wasn't easy to watch.

And then my USH class just provides so much information that I never had access to (right now how the US reacted towards WWII). I mean, I honestly feel a little jealous of kids that went to school here, because I went to really small schools in Colombia and I think my history classes were limited and provide little information. I feel like I've been missing out a lot. But thankfully now I get to have it.

It's also helping me to come up with new ideas for future writing so I guess that's a good thing. Oh, and I've decided to double major in History- ta ra!

Things are good. I like the way things are going. I'm hoping that I'll be able to do more writing once I'm done with my committee (for Alpha Gamma Sigma)- which should be some time soon. I'm ready to spend Thanksgiving with my best friend and her family. I'm ready to be 21. I'm ready to go home for Christmas. But I'm not in a hurry to get there yet. Things are good now. And they'll just keep getting better. Hopefully.

If it's not clear, the picture reads "I am one of the 25,000 people that die because health care doesn't cover me.