I'm not actually dead

Well hey there, old blog I never update anymore.

This is probably because I'm in college, but whatever.

I don't really write much anymore, which is kind of a shame...but I still, of course, have an extremely overactive imagination that probably keeps me from paying attention in classes in which I should be focusing on. ;)

Anyway, I did NaNo this year and won, and I did Script Frenzy and lost (though I think I got a little over halfway, so it wasn't like I TOTALLY failed. I also completed a script version of the second book in The Eleventh with what I had for Screnzy, so again - not a total loss). I probably won't be able to win NaNo in the fall, but I'm damn well going to try to get as far as possible. I'll only consider myself a failure if I can't hit more than 10,000 words - otherwise, I'll just be a loser. (And I'd always rather be a loser than a loser AND a failure.)

I'm not really sure what the point of this blog post was...

Oh, but as per usual, I've had some crazy dreams this year. Unlike some, I have crazy dreams kind of regardless of what I may or may not be ingesting - I do not need strange substances to be uselessly creative. I say "uselessly" because unlike creative people who use their creativity to solve problems and cure disease and whatnot, I just have weird dreams about:

• Adorable parasitic worms that latch onto your pinky finger and can guide you through underground tunnel networks
• Arranged marching band-based and sorority-based marriages that really don't make sense (and when I say they really don't make sense, I mean they REALLY don't make sense)
  
• Giant trolls drop-kicking me off cliffs during a fairy tale simulation
  
• Magic hamsters that grow into cat-like creatures and are targeted by an organization that probably is evil in some way
  
• Huns murdering and impersonating my friends, and then nobody but me noticing
• Trying to escape people in Chinese restaurants that are also trains
• Participating in a play in which I have to act drunk so that the audience won't notice my friends stealing all the pastries in the back (but really - if they were watching a play anyway, wouldn't they not be looking in the back of the auditorium already?)

There really is nothing like a strange, adventurous dream. I wish I remembered more of the dreams I had. Some of them were ridiculously entertaining after the fact.