AidensBiggestFan

Since I'm finally writing again, I'm proud to say that this book is what The Four Letter Word would have been like if Nat had acted out more homicidally than suicidally. Hannah Ryan resembles Nat in almost no way in lifestyle, because she and her mom are extremely close and call one another every day once Hannah goes away for her freshman year of college. But they share something in personality that people always seem to miss about my characters: they're both artistic and reasonable/logical at the same time. Everyone who loves Nat does seem to forget that he excels at mathematics as much as he does writing; but I assure you, it won't be misse

Since we just got through my favorite time of the year, it's a good time for lots of updates. What we're dealing with here, my friends, is actually a classic case of what they called "adulthood." It's exactly what you worry will happen when you're a kid, actually: that you'll turn into the kind of person who swears, drinks alcohol, does drugs, has sex/a relationship, hates life, and is boring and only cares about work and not fun. This is what every kid imagines when they're young; I know I was in a deep hatred of even teenagers never mind adults when I was 12 and younger. But it's not that we all universally get swept up in those things, ne

Sometimes I honestly can't believe how much time has passed. How much things have changed. I travel almost every weekend and when I do I listen to my iPod. Playlists. I have a Reminds Me of People playlist, a Playlist of My Life, a Macey Songs playlist, a Dancing playlist, NAT playlist, CDs from people playlists, and a few shorter ones. I sit and I listen and sometimes I like to remind myself of all that has come before this, now. I need to remember how I got here. I need to remember what is important and why. It hurts to think about the people who have walked out of my life, the people who have died (especially my mom and Mary), and the peop