On being talked about...

I hate people.

I hate my roommates. I hope they die horribly and their family is killed before their eyes as all the babies in their family are ran over by a truck.

I hate them so much, I hate people.

Now, you are probably wondering why I am saying this.

Because being talked about is never a nice feeling. I think this is why my roommate has her friends over, to annoy me and anger me. It's revenge for turning her in to the RA for the vodka. It's not making me feel bad about what I chose to do, all it's doing is making me start to see a bit of red.

Yes, Kayla is talking shit about me because I said something about the vodka.

Bitch, I'm not leaving this dorm, so you better get the fuck over it. It's not my fault you were stupid enough to put the vodka in the main kitchen freezer instead of in your room. If it was in your room I wouldn't have seen it unless you brought it out, meaning I wouldn't have said anything unless I had seen it. But no, you were being stupid and put it where I could find it.

I know for a fact that most people wouldn't have reported it, but I'm not one of them. I care about whether or not I get in trouble. I care whether or not I get fined for something that was obviously not my doing. And I am not one of those people that will allow that. I don't want it near me and I don't want it in my sight.

I don't play these games like some people.

I officially have to get a car and a license next year because I will commute if I have to. I am not a big fan of dorm living, so if I can get a car, a license, and job to buy the car and gas I'm not living here next year. Maybe I'll feel different next year or whatever, but this is something I definitely wouldn't recommend for my sister unless she had the same dorm as me and it was just the two of us.

There was really nothing good that really happened besides being able to watch Despicable Me and writing two different drafts to the prologue of the dream I had.

But I still want my roommates to die a most painful and horrible death. I hate them so much.

And yes, I'm probably going to hell for these thoughts and desires, this has already been established.

Sooo...

Apparently there has been vodka in the freezer for a while now in my dorm. I know some people would have said nothing, but I'm not one of those people. I said something to an RA friend of mine.

Why?

Because I'm not getting in trouble for someone else's shit, kicked out or fined or whatever. If I get called a snitch, fine. I don't care. If they want to screw up though then be smart enough to have the alcohol in your own personal mini fridge in your own room. If I don't see it then we don't have a problem and the only person at that time that would get in trouble would be themselves, not anyone else.

I'm also still wanting to write that dream I had into a story, but haven't gotten to it yet.

I also still want to draw the characters that were in my dream, but haven't done so yet.

Eventually both these things will happen, the prologue is already in my head and the image of the demon prince in my mind.

Anyways, not much to say.

~Sica

Demons: Dream of 12/11/10

Okay, I know I blog about some random stuff sometimes, but that's what this blog is about. I talk about anything and everything from clean to dirty, from controversial to safe topics. Whatever.

Today's topic, however, is mostly about my dream from last night. I won't go into details about it because I plan on using the dream as a story I want to write and possibly even draw the characters that were in  it. And no, it will not be like Twilight and be all ushy-gushy, it would be supernatural/horror with some other genres thrown in there.

Oddly, the dream dealt with demons. Not the demons I usually think of like Inuyasha or Yu Yu Hakusho where they're all different types of demons, but more like the demons from Hell. The demons were from Hell and there are certain ones with special abilities, or maybe just abilities that everyone had but they took the time to enhance it? Whatever though, it had demons from Hell, which is unusual for me because it's mostly vampires or random dreams that make little sense.

I love dreams like this where they tell a story and I could make a story out of it myself and still remember it. Love it a lot actually. As soon as I woke up I wrote down the details of my dream that I remember and have been thinking about it since.

Writing it.

Drawing the characters.

Many things.

The dream was that awesome, so I'll probably do all those things.

Stories and Writing

Okay, so I've written this story called Love Isn't Black and White. I've also started the sequel about a year ago that I named Time That Passes and Never Stops, but it has yet to be finished. I also have ideas for the side stories of the other characters that are in those stories. I know what I want to write, but have trouble putting anything done for the stories. Even if they get done anyways I know that I have to go back and edit, revise, add additional details that are needed to give it more what it needs to be called a good story. The thought makes my head spin.

However, there is this other story I want to write (well, there are multiple stories I want to write, but that is beside the point). I've had the idea for a while, but have to even organize it for an outline or get anything written down. I have the general jist of it written in a paragraph, but that's only because I didn't want to forget it. The idea came from a dream I had about a year ago about a teenager named Allison. Unlike my previous story Love Isn't Black and White, this is more of a modern fantasy type of thing with some romance while Love Isn't Black and White is more of a romance/drama type.

There's also this supernatural idea I have that I got around the same time period as the modern fantasy idea I have. This idea is more supernatural (or dark fantasy as some may put it) with werewolves, vampires, and organizations. The story would not surround just one person, but three different groups of people: a group of close friends, two brothers, and an empress of a country. This story will have little, and I mean little, romance and that would be between the two brothers. If there are any other couples they are already in a developed relationship. This story will mostly be in the genre of supernatural (dark fantasy)/horror. Something along those lines anyhow.

Those two ideas were a couple dreams I had, that's how I got them in my head. And just because I got them from a dream doesn't mean it will turn out like Ms. Stephenie Meyer's Twilight books. Saying something like that will make me want to club something in the head. For one, I don't have romantic dreams. My dreams are more along the lines of crazy, weird, or violent.

Plus, I've been wanting to write some stories on some characters that I have developed for the pass two or three years, but it's so hard to put them onto paper.

I don't know what I'm going to do yet. I just know I need to write something decent soon because I'm getting annoyed with myself here. It's the same with my drawing, I haven't been able to put anything decent on paper for that too for the pass year or so.

What should I do...?

Advice would be awesome.