Level Finished!!!

“If you love life, don’t waste time, for time is what life is made up of”(Bruce Lee).

I apologize for not writing any sooner, but apparently I love life too much that I couldn’t waste an hour or two to write a small blog post. So I am sorry! Not that you guys care.

No honestly, a lot has happened in the month of February. I got my schedule ready for the next semester. In a way it was awesome…Knowing that I am going to be a Sophomore in College. But…It also sucks. I have been told that I contradict myself way too often. Well, I’m sorry, but not (I guess that proves it). College is a thing that everybody gets excited about..Myself included. However, as I’m living the experience, I came to the conclusion that it is very much like high school part two. I hated high school! I hate college!!! I have three papers due, two test next week, and I’m tired. I never was a braniac, and I never will be. I hate school almost more than running and that is saying something. Okay maybe not…Or else I would have dropped. Anyways, school is coming to an end. My first year is almost complete. Level finished!


February is almost finished, which means Black History Month is almost finished. I don’t think Black History should be focused on a single month. I can’t begin to understand the frustration they feel due to this, but I know for a fact that it sucks. They changed history, and helped all of the minorities get ahead. Thank you! ANYWAYS… Yesterday night was the Oscars (a movie award show) and black people made history. The ALL black cast and crew of the movie, Moonlight won the Best Motion Picture award. Congratulations Moonlight!!! It makes me want to watch their movie.

Another thing that happen…I went to Leroy’s Sanchez concert…again. We met him…again. That’s right! We got VIP passes. We made it at the bar, Schubas (totally don’t think I spelled it right) and apparently we were there early and it was all good. As we listened to his sweet voice, and had an awkward conversation…it was finished. We had lined up to take a picture, and everything was going all right, except the butterflies in my stomach. As I reached in for hug, and about to take the picture I asked if I could take a picture in between him and his guitarist, Corey Rupp. I am an idiot! I will always be remembered as of the girl who asked for Corey. Whatever, I ended up getting my picture…with both of them…separately. The night had ended, and I was heart broken. Next time Leroy! leroys-concert

A Change for the Better

Tragedy is always happening. Families are splitting. Humans are not having enough of food. No shelter. Children are dying. AND…We the human society are letting it all happen.

I don’t have a sob story. I was born in the United States. I had access to an education. I am an ordinary American student.

But how come there is places in the world where students have to cross mountains, rivers, and deserts just to go to school. SOME DO NOT EVEN HAVE SCHOOL! We as a society have to protect these children and make sure they are and will receive the education they need. If some countries don’t have schools, then it just feels as if they don’t want to see  kids become doctors, lawyers, teachers, and everything else that they dream of.I want to make a difference, and I do not where to start.

I do not have any money. And I am barely in my first year of college. So right now my goal is to donate anything I have that I do not need. I already set up a few notebooks and loose-leaf that I want to donate. Right now all I can do is little changes. Let me try to fix this world into a better place. Do me a favor. If you guys have anything that can help any children in need, then give them these books and supplies that they desperately need. Change the world for the better.

An education is a good way to start. Teach the kids of the future the damage that we have caused and how to change it for the better. Maybe they can fix the conflicts we have with other lands. Education is a way we can all become the same.

Who am I???

“Dearly loved or beloved.” That’s who I am. My name is Aimée, and that’s what my name means.

It’s been nearly two years (maybe even more), since I have had this blog. But, I have yet to tell you who I am? Aren’t you curious? Y’all probably don’t even care. I feel like this is what I should have started off with, but whatever.

For 18 years, I have struggled on finding out who I am. Yes, for 18. Meaning I am still looking. But here’s what I know.

  • I am a MEXICAN-AMERICAN. No, I am not just American and no I am not just Mexican.
  • I am from Illinois.
  • I have an older sister and two loving parents that gave us the world.
  • My favorite author has to be Nicholas Sparks. I would love to be as good or even better than him.


  • The love I have for Justin Timberlake is not healthy.
Isn’t he the cutest???
  • I like anime, K-POP, K-Dramas!
    • Favorite anime: I want to say it’s Ouran High School Host Club
    • K-POP band: Bigbang
    • K-Dramas: Descendants of the Sun or Scarlet Heart Ryeo
  • I love two musicals: Phantom of the Opera and La La Land
  • Favorite movie: Crazy, Stupid, Love

Should I add more to these random facts??? Comment below.



LaLa Land

A movie star. A singer. An author. All amazingly difficult careers.

Who do I want to be? I want to be all. But…

A). I have terrible stage fright…

B). I am not a great singer.

C). I am not adventerous…but I have imagination. So I guess this is it…

I admire people who chase their dreams, knowing that these obstacles are in their way. The big skyscrapers that don’t allow one to take a short cut.


I heard many say that college is a ticket to a successful life. Yet, many people survive with not having a college degree. Is college a waste of time? Am I wasting time? This is what I want to do!!! question

My advice to you guys, at the moment, will be follow the dreams that you have. Follow them like if your life depended on it.


BUT… there isn’t any creepy alleyways you can use. Meaning no shortcuts. Tears will be shed. You’ll want to give up…but you can’t and MUST NOT! But if you must, think about the Lala land you want.


Merry Christmas

“There comes a time when we heed a certain call. When the world must come together as one”(We Are the One). Most of us. If not all of us, have made a comment that left somebody crying, mad, or just plain disappointed. I wish I didn’t have to admit it, but I would be lying if I said I hadn’t.

This weekend I had the satisfaction to celebrate another Christmas with my family. My sister and I gave out presents this year with the little money that we both made. This Christmas was filled with many new customs for us. However, it also opened my eyes to what Christmas should be about.

My family worried that they would not have enough money to give us– nieces and nephews– presents. Now let that sit and sink in. PRESENTS?!

If you think about the religious reason we celebrate Christmas, it is WAY different from the actual reason we celebrate it now. My family raised me Catholic, so what I learned is that it is Jesus’s birthday. I know that I do not celebrate Christmas because of Jesus’s birthday.

What do you celebrate on Christmas Aimee?

Well, that’s the thing. I used to celebrate it because of the presents that I would get from my family and of course Santa Clause. I am ashamed to say that this was the way I had celebrated Christmas for at least two years ago (maybe even less). Since then, I am trying to think of why I celebrate Christmas.presents

I got my answer. I celebrate Christmas to be with my family and to enjoy the little time we have together. But it gets me thinking that not everybody celebrates Christmas with family.xmas So if y’all can. Next year, make a child smile on Christmas Eve or Christmas Day. Give clothes or shelter to the homeless and tell them that they are not alone. Adopt a pet and give them a place to call home. Most importantly…love each other. YOU ARE NOT ALONE!

Merry Christmas!!!

I am. You are. Beautiful!

Today I searched what the meaning of beauty is. It read, “a combination of qualities, such as shape, colour, or form, that pleases the aesthetic senses, especially the sight…” I don’t know how to react to such an answer. Although it clearly states a definition, I still don’t know what it means.

All my life (and I know it’s not much) I known beauty to be light skin, flawless smooth and silky hair and obviously the major one…skinny.

Y’all know several things about me already…let me tell you more.20160527_204239

I am five foot one, and I weigh 175 pounds. In other words, doctor wise and health wise I am obese. Yet, when I look at myself in the mirror, I see a chubby person. Not fat. I see a beautiful women. If I do a checklist, everything would be marked off.

But it’s because of that definition, that I am always thinking that I am not pretty. I want to be acknowledged and told that I am pretty. I am so needy.

The closest thing I’ve gotten to a compliment was “You ain’t too big. You ain’t too small, but you just the right size.” That moment, I thought what a creep?!, but for a tiny small second, I liked it. I never been told that I was pretty, beautiful, hot, or sexy, so I guess for me that was something big.

20160730_144634However, now I know that wasn’t something that should have been said or ever be said. Women SHOULD  be told that they are pretty and beautiful but in a good way, not a creepy Chicago guy sort of way. But if nobody tells you, don’t get desperate and get happy when someone says something that pervy type of remark to you. Just think to yourself, “I am beautiful!” Your own voice and opinion should matter. I’ll try to follow my own advice from now on. I won’t let someone ever say that to me again.

Without You <3




“Death is the wish of some, the relief of many, and the end of all.”

My aunt has passed away almost about two years ago. She died a warrior. She fought life and proved the world that people can be happy without having everything they want. I don’t want to say her name, but she was a really close person to me. Growing up with her, was hard. I often blamed her for a lot of things. Like not being able to go to vacation or for having to lock my room. Now without her, I feel like something is needed here…it’s empty.

Why did you have to do all those things?

My aunt had down syndrome. She and my grandma both live with my mother, therefore she lived with me. I know that I shouldn’t have felt like that, and now I regret it. I miss her. I miss her so much.

If you were to ask me, would you want her to come back like she was, or with no disability. My answer would be…don’t change her. I want her the same as she was. Yes, it was hard, but not impossible.

Anyway, she would steal my papers. I remembered she stole my story that I have been writing; I couldn’t forgive her. Obviously, I started writing it again. In my opinion, better than the last time. There was so many instances where I got mad at her, but I knew better. She was just living her life being happy.

I don’t think anybody would want to know how or why she died. So I am not going to say it, but let me say that during her last days…she wasn’t there.

Till this day, I believe that she reincarnated…

She’s back again. Back to this family. I hope.

She taught me that life isn’t impossible, but it will get complicated sometimes. When it gets complicated, don’t give up, but keep pushing forward. I love you!