a week in the life of aimee.7:00 AM
AKA "Aimee's life is a trainwreck that she will now present for your amusement."
I don't usually post about my life here, for the simple reason that...who even knows what my life is right now, and it's usually not #creativepersonaesthetic worthy. (I know I use hashtags in blog posts all the time, only sort of jokingly. I don't know why. We'll just deal with it together, I guess.)
This doesn't need a lot of explanation, honestly. Every so often someone asks me about my life, or wants to see some snippets of what goes down in a day in the life of Aimee, so I'm going to do ONE BETTER THAN THAT and give you an entire week of my life. Obviously the specifics vary by the week and they're not always consistent, because that's how life works, but this is the general flow of my week and all the creative/not-so-creative things within.
Take this how you will. This is, more or less, how a week in the life of Aimee goes:
Good morning and happy Monday, Aimee! I've always loved Mondays, contrary to what everyone seems to say. There's just something about a fresh start, a whole week ahead, and being refreshed by the weekend that gets me excited about jumping back in. I'm up at 8, like usual (I've had...a semi normal and healthy sleep schedule for the past few months???) and reluctantly ready to go. Some people start mornings with jumping up and getting in a workout or a devotion or a nice breakfast. I usually lay around in bed and catch up on all the social medias before I'm able to roll out of bed.
Sure, this takes less than an hour. I force myself to work on writing/podcast nonsense for about an hour if it's a good day, pour some coffee into my Punisher mug, and at 10:30 I'm almost always out the door for a late morning/early afternoon full of taking orders and making pasta and serving pasta and doing dishes. (That work life tho. In all reality, Monday shifts are my favorite shifts, with some of my favorite crew, and it tends to be a good time with not a lot of business. we totally don't have dance parties at work when it's slow. definitely not.)
On Mondays I get home from work, crash for a little while, theoretically do some schoolwork or lowkey writing, and then I'm out the door again for karate, where I get beat up and punch a few people in the face and get all my inner aggression out. Not a lot of writing happens on Mondays -- it's late by the time I get home and usually I just force myself to drag out some words and do a lot of reading/plotting before I chill for the night.
(Most of my nights end with watching an episode of something probably Marvel-related with the little bro. We've worked our way through Daredevil, Luke Cage, and Iron Fist in the past two months or so. It's a great end-of-night tradition.)
|channelin my inner fabulous hawkeye.|
The girl gives up and shoves her little brother in the car and drives him to his class, after which she immediately goes to meet up with a fren at Starbucks. Theoretically they study. In reality they drink sugary coffee and talk about superheroes and/or books or morality or criminal justice.
The Aimee goes to the library, where she jumps her read books onto the desk and immediately returns with a bajillion new books and a handful of new comics to add to her increasingly-huge pile. The girl is #suffering. The girl has no cares. She returns home and spends the rest of the day doing school and writing all the things and then working out to the sounds of a Ben Shapiro political podcast, which is surprisingly fiery. She goes to sleep.
The girl probably accomplished nothing but superhero talk today, let's be real.
"This week is going great, I'm so productive, I'll get everything done this week!" I say, as I burst out the door on my way to work in the morning. I am happy. Paramore is blasting in the distance. I am unstoppable and everything is GREAT.
Four or five hours later I come home from work and nap for sixteen hours and watch another twenty hours of Netflix and lose myself in the void of technically-writing but probably just scrolling through Twitter getting involved in story-talk or drama. Sad violin music is playing in the distance. I don't seem to notice.
This is fine everything is fine what fun! Cute Instagram posts and definitely no messy hair and too-loud music. THIS IS FINE
On Thursdays I most definitely put on my Captain America shirt and go to the gym, where I beat the crap out of a punching bag and mess around with some weights and other hardcore things like that. (But mostly the punching bag. Dang, I love that punching bag.)
On Thursdays I finish up my school for the week. I take a walk to the library closer to my house. Maybe I get some coffee on the way back. I have books, I have caffeine, I've worked out, I have music, everything is great. Schoolwork is getting done. Huzzah! Hurray!
Did I mention schoolwork definitely getting done? I really buckle down on it on Thursdays.
On Thursdays I also 100% definitely yup yup yup do a lot of writing. I write allll the words. I finish the week out strong with some solid story stuff instead of staring at Pinterest again. Wednesday is over and we're back to the grind.
This is my Thursday and it involves absolutely zero lying on the floor.
|andy from parks and rec is the LEAST RELATABLE CHARACTER IN MY LIFE.|
*goes to the coffee shop, talks about Wolverine with the barista for half the time I'm there because it's slow and Wolverine, come on, how can you not talk about Wolverine with the attractive barista*
*watches a movie*
*goes to work for the rare "Aimee works the night shift" shift, doesn't come back till almost midnight, eats ice cream and falls asleep immediately*
Because this week is definitely gonna be a good one.
Rinse and repeat. It's a weird week, but it's a good one.