Elliott Smith - Twilight.

How emo of me.

tags: writer's block

For anyone that didn't see on facebook, I recently made myself a tumblr, it'll mostly be for my writing but I will be using it is a blog/place to share funny things I find.  I already barely use my LJ at all... I'm mostly on here for the communities I'm in.  However I really like tumblr and I've been using it a lot since I've had it, so if you really care THAT MUCH about my life you can hop on over there:

http://alwaysalliterativeamy.tumblr.com/

If you have one/intend on having one soon feel free to follow me and I'll do the same.  I foresee that the LJ will be seeing even less use now that I have my tumblr, so if you wanna keep track of shit I'm doing, the best place to do it would be there.

THE LOLLAPALOOZA LINEUP IS SO FUCKING GOOD JESUS CHRIST

http://2010.lollapalooza.com/

SOMEONE GIVE ME $1000 SO I CAN GO TO CHICAGO IN AUGUST!!  ITS GONNA BE MY BIRTHDAY!  PLEEEEAAASSSEEE

 I really want to get this dream down while it's fresh in my mind. The time is currently 11:00 AM.

It began with me in Georges room, waking up after he had left for work.  I walked out and his roommate Mansur was there, but Vanessa Wong and her boyfriend Angelo were there as well, and a bunch of other people I don't know.  I went to his bathroom and his entire shower was blue.  I was wearing my nose stud and it was all out of place so I was trying to fix it.  I walked back out and no one was there.  I freaked out thinking I was hallucinating, and went and laid down and texted George about it.  He told me that hallucinating was a really bad sign and I should probably go to the doctor.  I freaked out and set my phone back down, but when I tried to get back up I couldn't.  I could see my arms, and the pillow in front of me, and clock, which read about 10:00AM.  I was completely frozen.  This whole being frozen lying in bed happened multiple times throughout the dream, and I'm kinda thinking that this part may have been real.

Later in the dream, I manage to get up from George's bed.  I'm wearing exactly what I was wearing when I went to sleep, but for some reason I know my friend Jean is going to be driving by so I put a jacket on and run out in a shirt, jacket, and panties to go greet her.  I do so, and she drives off, and I go back inside and lay down in George's bed, where I try again to get up without any success.  At this point I'm freaking out because I kept wondering if Jean and the car and her friends inside of it were just a hallucination, but I can't for the life of me get up.  The clock in the dream read 10:14.

After this, I'm suddenly in Las Vegas with my parents.  I'm worried about hallucinating, and I want to tell my parents.  We drive along the strip and I see a lot of familiar hotels like Excalibur and Treasure Island and stuff, but we stop at a hotel I don't know.  My grandma is there and is being super creepy and she's able to bend her body like a contortionist, which my grandma can definitely not do, so I'm worried again that I'm hallucinating.  Suddenly I'm back in George's bed, and I wake up like I've been in a dream.  The clock read 10:30 at this point.  I grab my phone to check my text messages and sure enough, the text about me hallucinating and him telling me to go to the dr were still there.  I try to text him back but I start losing control of my hands in a paralysis-type way.  I'm lying back down staring at the clock, which read 10:42.  I'm desperately trying to life my head, to move my arms, to do ANYTHING.  I'm freaking out and almost on the verge of tears, when I FINALLY jolt upright in bed, breathing heavily.  The clock reads 10:49 and I have a text from George.  I look at it.  The rest of the texts about hallucinating are gone, just the one about him telling me good morning.  So at this point I'm willing to bet I'm not dreaming any more, but it's kind of hard to tell.

I've been thinking for a long time about keeping a (hopefully) regularly update blog of some of my writing.  I think it could inspire me to write more things and/or better things.  The only problems would be remembering to keep it updated, or having the inspiration to write something on any kind of semi-regular basis.

Also, I dunno how many people would even read it on a regular basis.  I would have more motivation to update it regularly if I knew people were reading, but if no one's really interested I probably wouldn't bother.

Hmm.  I wanna make a post about it on FB but I feel like that would be too attention whore-y.  Maybe I'll just ask some of my closer friends what they think.

And, you know, my LJ friends.  :P

mood: curious

LEGGINGS AS PANTS.

Oh my fuck you girls that wear this look SO TRASHY.  I don't even care if your shirt is long enough to cover your ass either.  IT STILL DOESN'T MAKE IT OKAY.

LEGGINS ARE NOT PANTS.

tags: writer's block

SO EXCITED ABOUT GOING TO SAN JOSE!!

OMG.

You have no idea.

I am gonna see so many fucking awesome people and do so many fun and ridiculous things.

AAAHHHH.


(I might even get some work done too, though probably not.  I am taking my books and my netbook with me just in case though... maybe I'll get some shit done in the airport, that would be nice)


AHFLKSDJHFSDLFHDSJKFS

mood: excited

It's the first day I've been able to ride my bike in almost TWO MONTHS, and already I think something is wrong with it.

The rear brake is pressing up against the wheel, even when I'm not braking, and it makes it unnecessarily difficult to pedal, as well as making the brake only semi-functional.

Problem is, I've no clue how to fix it, where to take it to get it fixed, or how I would transport it if I could find a place to fix it.

FFFFFUUUUU-

Amy's brain is not here right now, and probably will not be for some time, but she will get back to you as soon as possible.  Please leave a message after the OH MY GOD WHAT THE FUCK HAS JUST HAPPENED WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME FUUUUUUCCCKKKK

It was so much easier when I could just STAB my troubles away.

Shit.

mood: angry