Breaking down the writer's block

I'm doomed. I can't. I have a writer's block. Aaaaawh, shaving cream!

Heh.

Let's all live tomorrow, shall we?

Ridiculous person wasting their time telling us the world is going to end. I mean, of coooooooourse it's going to end! (Sarcasm) Seeya guys tomorrow!

(Another) Anime convention tomorrow!

Okay, as you all know, the first anime convention I've been to in more than around 7 months is tomorrow. And yes, I know that I've written a lot about anime conventions, and how exciting they are, and you're probably a bit bored with it, but it always excites me every time. I love them because they inspire you to think creatively and use anything you can to get a costume, and it also makes you work. I'm short on money, so I have to work to get it. Honestly, it's not all frivolous and stuff as people claim anime conventions to be. It's hard work. But in the end, it's the most fun time I can have. So yes. If there is ever a time where there is an anime convention around your town, it's worth going to it if you're into creativity and people taking pictures and stuff. You don't even have to like anime so much, it's just a blast. Mik is going to compete in it as Axel. I'm crossing my fingers for her. I've been helping her make the background and stuff, and it's looking amazing. I'm really glad I can help her. It's very possible that she will win.
The only bad thing about anime conventions? Sleep deprivation.

I haven't posted anything in a long time, so I decided I would write something.
I'm home from North Carolina. It was a very fun and exciting trip that brought on a ton of new opportunities for us. I had a great time.
And now I'm home, tired, anxious, not sure what to do with myself. I'm bored. I never really have liked the post-vacation feeling left inside of me. -.-
So now I am left to read my books, maybe do my homework, get on the computer, and continue living my life the way I always do.
Oh, Mik's back! At least there is one exciting thing going on now. Welcome back, Mik!

Dreams?

For some reason I really want to go to the beach. I dreamed about it. It was interesting, although most of it was rather blurry.
I dreamed about a lot of things last night. Most of them only lasted seconds, were only tiny clips until they faded into another part of my dreams.
I must say that none of my dreams were that interesting, there was probably only one that caught my attention. I was driving in the car with mom, and we had passed by a mountain. I recognized the mountain, although I don't know how I recognized it, and I said, "Mom, I want to go to that mountain someday."
My mom looked at me quizzically, since it wasn't that magical of a mountain. "Why, baby?"
"Because I want to see the tree," I said as I looked at where the tree should have been.
She continued driving, we had passed the mountain now. "A tree?"
"Yes." After a moment of silence, I explained, "I dreamed about it. Before I ever saw it. Have you ever had that happen to you? Well, this tree... It must be special, right? If it's real and I know where it is, but I've never seen it? I've seen it in two dreams now. There must be something there...."
My thoughts drifted off into silence, and I sat peacefully in the car while my mom drove. After several minutes' passing, my mom promised me to take me to the tree.

It was a very short clip as well, but I have dreamed about the same location twice. It's probably one of the simplest dreams held dear to me, a simple image of a tree, high up in a mountain, overlooking our lake, with a crystal-clear river running coolly through the mountain.

...But I've never seen it.

Time

In spite of all the things that have happened in my life,
I have learned to get through it.
I don't know how or why,
I just survive it somehow.
It's probably not because of my strength,
Or my intellect,
Or simply me.
I guess it's that even though you feel like the world is going to end,
It keeps going.
It's not going to wait for you or me,
It's honestly not going to wait for anyone.
You just gotta go with it.
Maybe that's how I'm still here, breathing, thinking, living.
And I think that one of the greatest gifts we have
Is time.
How no matter what happens in this world,
The earth still turns,
The birds still sing,
The children still cry.
It doesn't matter what event happens,
It's always going to be going by,
Even when we have no earth to count it on.
It just goes on and on.

Books I want to get.

The Merchant of Death by D.J. MacHale
The Mortal Instruments trilogy
Fire by Kristin Cashore
Unwind by Neal Shusterman
Nobody's Prize by Esther Friesner
Enna Burning by Shannon MacHale
Peter and the Shadow Thieves by Dave Barry and Ridley Pearson
Coraline by Neil Gaiman
Good Omens by Neil Gaiman and Terry Pratchett
The Wolves in the Walls by Neil Gaiman
MirrorMask by Neil Gaiman

(Yes, Neil Gaiman is amazing and I really need to read more of his books, so.)
Aaaand, that's all I have so far. I'm sure I'll find more that I'll want to read later.

My life update

Well, I have to turn in my math study guide tomorrow and I've only managed to answer 11 questions out of 23 and I don't get any of the rest and I'm kind of stressed :S
Also, we have a science test tomorrow, and the teacher didn't even tell us to study or anything so I'm freaking out. And it's 10:00 and I need to take a shower, finish my math test, study for science, clean a bit of my room, and stuff like that. Ughhh....
Well then.
I wrote the script for the music video today. It's the first draft, it's raw, so I need to go over it again and get the time right and better shots... But I've been meaning to do this for a while so I'm glad I got to do it today.
So yeah, it's exam week, and I'm going to North Carolina in a week. Which is very nice. I'm very excited. It's gonna be fun... So yeah. I'm curious to know what it's like up there. Plus, I got the sudden urge to go to the beach, so hopefully we'll go when we go to NC. So yupp...
Anyways, I think that's all that's going on with me, so I conclude this blog post with this: I am busy and stressed.

I cut mah haaaair!!!

Yes. I finally did it. After months and months of thinking and worrying and wanting and weighing the pros and cons. My hair is gone. Well, most of it. And I love it! It is truly amazing and I'm really satisfied! :D I don't think I'm going to regret cutting my hair later. I really don't. Anyways, not much more to talk about then.

Nightmare

The room was dark when I entered. The doors would creak loudly, the sounds reverberating through the empty and desolate halls. Every time I entered that building, I would look around the room. The cold, dark stone floors and walls would loom far above me.
I held a book tightly in my arms, afraid that if I left it alone for a second, it would disappear at any time. It had a reputation for doing that. I walked slowly and wearily through the empty halls, the howls of many people who had lost their minds long ago made chills run down my spine and my hairs stand on end. Still, I padded silently down the corridor, repeating to myself that there was nothing that could hurt me.
I stopped in front of a door, a door no different than all of the others that I had passed through on my way here. My fingers started trembling, and I reached for a key that was inside my dress pocket. I inserted the key into its designated hole, and turned it. The sound of rusty locks clanged and the vibrations felt like they were coursing through my body, only to add to my fear-caused adrenaline.
Slowly, carefully, I opened the door. The room was completely empty and unadorned except for a small window and a woman lying in the corner.
This woman looked up, examined me, and her eyes fell on the book I still held tightly to my chest. She grinned, displaying her cracked teeth. Her eyes were wild, black against the darkness, but they seemed to be... Empty. "You came!" She cried, filled with glee.
She stood up slowly, her legs thin and wobbly. She leaned against the wall, never taking her eyes off me. She started walking towards me, her eagerness to reach the book tangible.
I took a step backwards.
"Now, hand me the book, dear," she whispered to me. She held her feeble hands out, and I reluctantly handed her the book.
She grabbed it eagerly, her hands trailing over the ancient leather binding and the single ruby encrusted in the center. She slowly opened it, and then she dropped it as if she had been burned by the book. As the book hit the floor with a resounding thud, she screamed. She screamed with all her might, a shrill and terrifying scream, possibly the most bloodcurdling, haunting sound of fear and despair I had ever witnessed in my life.
I stepped backwards, my legs leaden with mortification. I turned around, ready to flee, but something grabbed my arm from behind. I cried out in pain as something punctured my skin, and I looked down. The woman had grabbed my arm. Something on her hand looked wrong, and then I noticed it. There were nails coming out of her fingertips. My eyes opened wide, and I took in the rest of her body. My eyes trailed up to her arms, where it looked like there were giant stakes protruding from the elbows. I would have screamed, but the feeling of dread and hopelessness strangled the cry from my throat. And then I had the courage to look at her face. There was blood everywhere. There were nails sticking out of her skull as well, and her eyes were bloodshot and black. The woman held her hands up, and screamed one last time, the veins sticking out on her neck. And then she collapsed. I choked up a sob, and grasped for logic as I swooped down and grabbed the book. By some miraculous reason, I managed to stumble out of the chamber and ran.
There was no doubt about it now-- Only I could open the book. Dread ripped through my conscious thoughts, and I knew that I had to get out of this place somehow. I should have never come here. There were so many things that had warned me. But now that this book had caused someone's death, there were much more evil forces that would come after it.
I swear I heard footsteps behind me. But I was too afraid to look back. I kept on running down those dreary, dark corridors, looking for the exit. But I was lost. I had never been through this passage before. I didn't dare give up though, so I ran and hoped that whatever was following behind me would soon tire before I did.
I was gaining confidence that I would find my way out, but I had hoped too quickly. I tripped over a rock that was sticking out slightly more than the others, and my knees gave in from underneath me. As I hit the ground, I did nothing to get back up. The book was still in my hands, crimson drops of blood still hanging off of it. The footsteps grew louder, and I just lay there, defenseless, weak, tired, and was actually hoping for the end to come. This book had become my life, it had become me, and it also tore my entire identity apart. I was ready for this to end.
The heavy stomps slowed down, and eventually came to a stop, right behind me. I closed my eyes, and didn't dare to open them again. I had experienced so much in the past few hours I felt like it had worn all my years out of me.
I sensed whatever was behind me kneel, and they put their hand gently on my shoulder. I did not expect this. None of us moved for what seemed like an eternity, and I finally decided to open my eyes. The room was still dark and made of stone, the book was still in my hands. I turned my head slowly to face the person behind me, and then I gasped.
What I saw was an angel. Or maybe I imagined him to be an angel.
"You're alright," he whispered silently, and helped me up off the stone floor. "No one is going to hurt you, I promise."
I stood there, looking at him, and I believed him. Peace flowed through me, and I leaned into him for support. I closed my eyes again as he embraced me. Everything was okay.
And then he disappeared, leaving me alone. But this time I knew how to get out.
I closed my eyes one more time, and then I woke up.

It was only a nightmare.

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Based on a nightmare I had a while ago. I just wrote this to try and find some logic behind it.