Enter to Win!

Heads up!CAPTION

On top of putting me through my first online interview ever and making me Featured Author for the week, True Colorz is hosting a giveaway in my honor! Enter to win a free copy of my first (and certainly not last) novel (The Gene Pull)!

What are you waiting for!? 😛

Click my face for more information.

Unexpected Updates

Wow.

Just wow.

So a lot of time has passed since I last wrote anything. On here, anyway. Away from WordPress, I’ve been writing I’m a storm! I’m about half-way through my sequel and I love how it’s coming out. Anything that comes out, really, is a positive thing. As stated in my previous post, it doesn’t do anyone any good to keep things to yourself. But I digress, like usual.

Anyway, I just wanted to let you guys know that I’m still very much alive. I’ve just been clowning around lately and not in the way you think. I’ve been juggling a million things it feels like despite the fact I just finished my second year of college (yay!), successfully might I add.

Evil never rests, however, nor does good… and neither do I. 😛

Right after I returned home, I went straight to my computer to write my sequel, the title of which I’m hoping will come to me spontaneously like The Gene Pull did. I had only about a week of nothing to worry about except for my sequel before I was forced (willingly) to return back to school to take summer classes (:().

Can I just say that this was not part of the plan. What I had prepared myself to do was study abroad in Spain all summer. I cannot describe to you how excited I was, but when one door closes another opens. I wasn’t able to get financial aid this summer, but it’s a definite for next summer. Perhaps it was for the best, though, considering I would have probably not been able to write my sequel in Spain. I would’ve been way too distracted by all the cute Spanish boys.

I’m obviously still not completely free to write as I have to devote a lot of time to my studies, especially because I’m taking some of the more rigorous classes Lehigh has to offer… Organic Chemistry 1 and 2, with labs included for each. But at least I’ll be getting that pesky Chemistry requirement out of the way so there is more room in my schedule to take more classes that interest me before I graduate.

Double majoring in Biology and Psychology, I’m not given a lot of lee-way… Why I’m putting myself through this when I could just be a writer? No idea. No clear career path in mind still. I just know I have a passion for multiple things, and I refuse to give any one of them up until I’m sure it’s not something I will use later in life.

FORTUNATELY, “Orgo” isn’t too bad. It’s actually kind of fun, much to my surprise, and I owe that entirely to the person who teaches it. For once in my life, I don’t feel like I’m not being lectured when I’m in class. It’s so interactive that I feel like I’m playing a game, an educational one (the best kind) in which I’m naming long-ass carbon chains and rushing to find all the possible isomers of an alkane. It is just the beginning, though…

I’d also like to announce that I’ve gotten a couple of new reviews for The Gene Pull, excitedly. Check them out here!

I will also be FEATURED at True Colorz tomorrow in an author interview (wooo!!). Check it out here!

It’s all very exciting.

If you were to see me in person right now, I would look like this:

Exercise Your Heart

On top of the horrid acne issues I had in the past, I also had body issues.

Damn, you never really realize how many problems you had/have until you write them out! They tend to get swished around in your brain, like a laundry machine being powered by a constant rotational stream of thoughts. It’s never ending and can drive people mad!

This is why people should write more; it’s the only way we can freeze a thought effectively. We can try to focus on one in our head, but how long is that going to last, really? That is unless you are on adderall or something (not that I’m recommending it!).

Before I go on a rant about why drugs are bad, let’s get back on track. What was I talking about again? Right, my body issues. Yes, I still have them (I’d personally like to be less flaco, or skinny, and more muscular). But doesn’t everyone? Even those with “perfect” swimmer bodies (*drool*), because they have to keep working out. Okay, before I continue any further I must find a pic to show you guys what I’m talking about. 😛 NOW do you see what I’m talking about!? Distractions.

This is Aarón Diaz, a.k.a. the sexiest man alive. AYY, TE AMO!

Getting back on track (for real this time!), I will echo what I mentioned in my last post, that one can never be fully satisfied. We just have to work with what we got. The point I’m trying to make is that I didn’t always do this, which left me feeling even less satisfied than I would have been. While we can never can be fully satisfied, we can come pretty close if we want it enough, if put in the extra effort, go the extra mile…

Got a crush on someone? Tell him! Or her. Want to get a good grade? Study! Not happy with the way your body looks? Work out (I’d recommend doing Insanity, which is what I do pretty religiously — you can find all the videos for free on YouTube)! photo faf0ca08-cfdc-4a20-8dba-9f1d4b4df3c1_zpsfb9d1dc0.jpg

It’s pretty simple. We just like to make these simple tasks that we know how to do more difficult than they actually are out of laziness., and that difficult-label causes the goal to be pushed to the backs of our minds by less cognitively draining, less stressful thoughts. It’s not a bad way of living; it’s actually quite defensive, to preserve your own energy.

But there is a downside, a pretty big one: you’re limiting yourself. If no energy is dished out, none can ever come to you because there would be no room for it to enter. “You get what you give!” And if you’re not getting anything, how do you expect to go anywhere, change, improve? Life is full of change, opportunity, but we don’t have to be. I’d highly recommend it, though.

Be who you want to be. Do what you want to do.
Because I guarantee you nothing bad can come out of following your heart, which can be way stronger than adderall!

If you have a heart (and I’m pretty sure all humans do), you can do it.

Hopefully that motivated you. It sure helped me. Time to study now… One more final and then I’m free! Free to write the sequel to The Gene Pull! Super excited. 😀

Acné

Acne.

I could write an entire book on acne. Not that I’m going to, of course. That’d be boring, and gross. Who would want to read about acne? In fact, for those feint of heart I recommend not reading any further because I’m going to try to dedicate this entire post to, you guessed right, acne.

Why?

Because it had a surprising amount of impact on me. Too much. I look back and think “wow”… Compared to how great I feel now, I really was miserable! I used topical acne-fighting products constantly (stupid Proactiv), and even resorted to taking a damn pill that I later found out could have removed all the hair from my body! Nothing seemed to work, and so my self-esteem plummeted. And kept on plummeting.

How bad could it get? I thought, before it did.

You look at the statistics and acne seems to be a common problem among people of all ages, especially teens, but I still felt like I was the only one because my acne was just so bad. Seriously, I didn’t just get pimples. I got pimples on top of pimples that merged with neighboring pimples to form hideous, beat red monstrosities. The worst one was on my right cheek, which virtually erased the precious dimple that would form and get me called “cute” all the time whenever I smiled.

My dimple was taken from me, robbed… by acne. Ladrón.

And part of my social life was robbed right along with it. Who would want to be my boyfriend now? I thought. The acne (finally) started to settle down during my sophomore of high school, but the damage had already been done.

To this day, that dimple doesn’t quite form like it used to due to the scarring — although I have too say my face has gotten a lot clearer, to the point where it is not the first thing anyone notices anymore. And now I realize that the only thing that could have fixed the problem was time. Perhaps it would have even went away faster if I hadn’t agitated it so much with countless amounts of chemicals, if I hadn’t picked it so much.

And perhaps my face wouldn’t be so damn sensitive now. To the sun, to the cold, to water. I don’t even soap my face in the shower now because the water dries it right up (ironically), sometimes to the point where it peels if I stay in for too long. Like dandruff, but on your face. Gross, right? Completely uncomfortable, too.

However, I remind myself that any and all bacteria on my face is also suffering, being starved of the greasy resources it needs to thrive, and I take comfort in the fact that I will never have acne problems again. And if I do happen to get a pimple or two, on the days that my sebaceous glands actually do decide to function properly, they will never last longer than a day. All I need is to add some water.

So, in the end, I got what I wished for. But at a price.

Anyway, the moral of the story is that you can never be satisfied. Lol… Because nothing, no one, is perfect. We just have to learn to work with what we got. It’s our best shot at happiness.

Great, now I feel like strutting.