¡Bienvenidos!

     Well here I am. Back in the tiny prison cell they call a dorm. At least school doesn't start until a couple of days. We are here to do absolutely nothing. Well not nothing. I unpacked all my crap and put it away. I cleaned out all of the fall semester papers I had left over. I watched an episode of the office, or two. It's been a busy day. A busy day in my home away from home. It is weird, isn't it? When we first move out, or I guess if you haven't, the very thought of not living with your parents. It's a weird feeling. I was just thinking about that today as I was talking to my roommate about living in an apartment next year instead of a dorm. I mean my dorm is my housing place, but I don't really consider it a home. I don't like being in here...

     So next year I will have an apartment shared with two other guys and that will be ours for 3 years. which is crazy for me to think about. I signed a lease. Whoo. What an adult thing to do. I may make it in this world, much to contrary belief. In the past six months, I feel as though I've been making big strides on my way to becoming an adult. When I turned eighteen, I didn't feel any difference, but now I feel like I've had to grow up a lot. It's been stressful, and it's been nice, but really it's been fast. I feel like it just happened yesterday when I decided to re-pack my clothes for today.

     I've been getting into the story of Peter Pan lately, and I've been trying to find a story where Peter comes out in the end as a happy character. Sadly, he will always be a tragic protagonist, and I think it's because he'll never grow up. I used to envy this kid, but now I understand. It sucks being a kid. Ha seriously. Yes, it's fun having that freedom and being a wild little animal, although, that's all you'll ever know. Being an adult is so much 'funner', ya knwo? We can drive. We can go wherever we want. We have money! We know what girls are, and we don't continuously battle a pedophile pirate that is forced to use one hand. As fun as little Pan has, I feel that we adults have so much more fun. Plus, Peter Pan is a fairy tale... So there's also that.

Thinking Hurts

     Sitting in my cousin's room watching him play some NHL. Wow these graphics are great, but I can't focus on it because there is a tiny little man holding a hammer in my hand and he is going nuts in there. I have the biggest headache of my life right now, which is obviously something I say every time I get a headache. Though I swear: this is the worst one.

     I have been sick for the last two weeks and it's time that this illness trickled out of my body. It worries me, so much. I have an indoor race in like a week and a half, so what the hell is up with this? This is my last chance to prove to my coach that I am a miler. I. Am. A. Miler. (I hope). I don't know how I'm going to prove to my coach I'm a miler though because I have this humungous problem. It just feels like one of those crazy unlucky days.

     How do you deal with those kind of days? I have no idea... So far as I know, you can't. No amount of hot tea, honey, or tylenol can make the symptoms of being on your deathbed go away. I wish something would just kill the virus so I can be healthy again. Damn virus is here to stay.

.go away.

Thank You New Year's Eve

     Well we're back to the end again. That time where nostalgic feelings bombard us of things we've accomplished and things we've utterly destroyed. Thank you New Year's Eve, you've managed to make me feel like a blended smoothie of regret and satisfaction; it's a weird and awkward feeling. Looking back and thinking about everything I've done this year, I sometimes feel as though I've done absolutely nothing, but that ain't true. See I'm one of those people who doesn't really go out to parties too often or go on a lot of dates. I have friends, I just don't act crazy. I look at other people who go out and drink every weekend and people who have millions of girls just hanging by their finger tips, and I still find myself just wanting to go sledding with some friends (even though I hate the snow). So I take another look back and I see that 2015 was chalk full of events. Ranging from making my bed to graduating high school, it's been a tad bit busy.

     This was my eighteenth year of existence, so 2015 was actually kind of important for me. I did a lot. I applied for college. I got a scholarship. I went to out of state competitions for running. I won states in track. I was part of a band, playing at graduation. I got broken up with. I GRADUATED HIGH SCHOOL. I started skate boarding. I became a vegetarian. I lost my grandma. I met a beautiful woman. I became an adult. I lost my virginity. I pissed my parents off. I read the whole hannibal series. I got drunk for the fist time. I went to court. I went to college. I failed an exam. I aced an exam. I hung out with my friends. I did my homework. I became a dishwasher. I ate dinner. I met new people. I saw weed for the first time. I bought a suit. I took care of a drunk friend. I got a girl's number. Star Wars came out. I saw it five times. And I started a blog.

     Yeah, it was an exciting year, filled with many experiences that I thought I'd never have. Things that I really wish I hadn't done and things I wish I could experience for the first time again. This was definitely the biggest year for me, but I say that every year and I'll probably say that about next year. So how special could this year really be right? Every day can be a great day. I've tried to fix my bed right when I wake up every day. Just in case I have an absolutely garbage day, I can just go back home and into my very very neatly fixed bed and see thatI still accomplished something that day. I dare you to try it, and to think about not just the big things you've done this year but also the little tiny 'yes! days' you've had.

Thank You 2015

Please Hear Me!

This is me.

     I need this blog. For reasons unknown to even me, my goal is to be in the newspaper as a writer. Writing didn't even creep it's way into my mind until senior year of high school. My AP Literature teacher made us keep a blog through Blogger. We had to write about our connection in life to AP Lit. At first, this blog was trash. I just wrote to get the grade and it definitely showed. Oh Mr. Ryder. He had to call me in after class one day and talk to me about my 'writing problem'. He was right of course. I admitted that I didn't really care and that I was just trying to get the grade. He didn't really like that statement, so he pulled that one card that all good teachers have: "I'm going to challenge you Aaron."

     Mr. Ryder had another thing coming. I don't know if he was just trying to push me or if he was actually telling the truth, but he told me he didn't think I'd ever be a good writer. Wow did I want to prove him wrong. Four months later two things changed: Ryder grew a newfound respect for my blog and I have fallen in an unconditional infatuation with the things I was writing creating, and that's how it started. I wrote about my life, short stories, and my reflections on songs and books. If I was interested in something, you bet your booty that I would write about it.

     So this was me, during my senior year. I've finished one semester of college and have found my craving to come back to haunt me until I please it. This ex won't stop calling me. So here I am. Making a portfolio so I can eventually apply to the Umaine newspaper. Part of the reason why I love writing is because I really enjoy people saying its a piece of art. Ha doesn't everyone? So I just want people to hear what I've got to say. Just hear my voice that lives inside these words! Whether I'm talking about something I've lived through, something I've heard, something I've read, or just something I've made up, I've written it for you (whomever you may be) so you'll know me. This is a blog. This is a story. This is your entertainment. This is a portfolio. This... 

This is me.