I finally got around to the things I've wanted to do for a while. Like finishing that short story I began in the summer (which turned out marvelously delishh), re-arranging my room and walking my dog for 3 hours. Yep, 3 hours. I also began to make my costume for International Week, I'm practicing my Nahuatl so I can talk to my grandmummy dear on Monday (it's her 93rd birthday!) and I have traded my depression for a strange, yet beautiful newly found serenity. I've been really quiet today and it feels nice. Silence is now my friend, not the eerie vibes I used to get.
My stories aren't as good as they used to be. While cleaning my room, I came across an old notebook of mine from 7th grade. DAMN. Now THAT'S how you write scary stories! I remember how my mind used to work; it was always about imagination and exaggeration. It was about making dull reality into extraordinary situations, deep life meanings and self reflexion. It's safe to say that I got back in touch with the creatively naive Alicia from a while back. Yayyyy for re-finding yourself!
