I got back from the lake today. Yes, I said I didn't want to go out there, and I didn't want to, but my dad and Aiden are leaving on Sunday and this would have been the last time I got to see them. And now I'm all sunburnt because my pale, pale skin cannot handle large amounts of exposure to the sun. I could go on about the things that happened there, but what's the point? You'll just be bored anyway.
I haven't written a single line of the next chapter of fanfic, lol. I started to write it and then thought to meself, "Ugh. This sucks." So I erased it and have been thinking it through and mulling it over. How to make this that and the other thing convey as I want it to and all that. We'll see. Maybe I'll get a giant burst of inspiration and just spew out the rest of the fic in top-notch quality. Hah. Like that could ever happen.
Now, to occupy you with an interesting dream I had the other night. Totally random, and one in which there are musicians, but no Nightwish. Which is odd, really, if you think about the fact that I'm completely obsessed with them and not nearly as much so with any of the other musicians that turn up. But anyways. I sometimes have these really, really vivid dreams that I can remember in exact detail, and this was one of them.
Shanel, Jessica and I were at some big music festival. We were sitting at this picnic table and there was no one else around us, because everyone was watching whatever band was performing, except this one other person who was leaning against the fence with her back to us. Jessica says, "Oh, hey, isn't that Kelly Clarkson?" and I'm like, "OMG! It is!" and I guess Kelly heard her name because she walked over to us and I said, "Hey Kelly, when does your next album come out?" and she said, "Oh, soon." Then Jessica says, "What was her first single again?" and I said, "Miss Independent." Kelly interrupts and says, "Yeah, the new album's gonna be a lot like that!" Then Nikki Sixx walks up to us and says, "Hey, I could show you around." So we follow him. Well actually, I walk beside him and Shanel and Jessica are behind us. I tell him how much I love Sixx:A.M. and I ask him if they're going to make another album. He says, "No." and then leads us into this big white tent and down a staircase, which leads to some place where there's a bunch of stacked crates. In the middle of the floor is this tiny little stage and Sixx:A.M. is playing (somehow Nikki moved from beside me to playing his bass). Then these gangsters come running into the room with their AK 47s and whatnot and they're like, "Everybody get down! GET DOWN!" and people start freaking out. So I duck behind these boxes, and Shanel's beside me on one sied, and then Sixx:A.M. morphs into Shinedown who are playing and James Michael is crouched down beside me. He says, "We have to get out of here" as though I didn't know that, and then starts running towards another doorway. Shanel follows him, and me too, but then I turn around and start yelling, "Wait! I have to find Aiden! I can't leave without Aiden!" and I'm completely hysterical, crying my eyes out and running back into the room where the thugs are still marching around with their guns and everyone else is crouched down with their hands over their heads. Shanel grabs me by the arm and says, "Aiden will be fine! We have to go!" and drags me into the other room. We jump into this hole kind thing that was dug under some crates, and James is there, and then he's like, "I know a way out." So he leads us to this other staircase and we climb up it and find Jacoby Shaddix leading a group of SWAT guys down to deal with the gangsters. And that was that.
It was totally weird though, lol.
And the thing is that I would totally die for Aiden. Even if sometimes I resent the fact that because of him, Holly and my dad don't care as much about me, and even if he drives me absolutely insane sometimes, I love that kid to bits and I'd do anything to keep him safe. If anything were ever to happen to him, I don't know what I'd do. I'd probably just die, seriously.
It was the most heart-warming thing ever to get to the lake and have Aiden come running down the lawn, yelling, "Nika!" to give me a hug.
But enough about me.
Currently Listening: The Addict by Papa Roach
I haven't written a single line of the next chapter of fanfic, lol. I started to write it and then thought to meself, "Ugh. This sucks." So I erased it and have been thinking it through and mulling it over. How to make this that and the other thing convey as I want it to and all that. We'll see. Maybe I'll get a giant burst of inspiration and just spew out the rest of the fic in top-notch quality. Hah. Like that could ever happen.
Now, to occupy you with an interesting dream I had the other night. Totally random, and one in which there are musicians, but no Nightwish. Which is odd, really, if you think about the fact that I'm completely obsessed with them and not nearly as much so with any of the other musicians that turn up. But anyways. I sometimes have these really, really vivid dreams that I can remember in exact detail, and this was one of them.
Shanel, Jessica and I were at some big music festival. We were sitting at this picnic table and there was no one else around us, because everyone was watching whatever band was performing, except this one other person who was leaning against the fence with her back to us. Jessica says, "Oh, hey, isn't that Kelly Clarkson?" and I'm like, "OMG! It is!" and I guess Kelly heard her name because she walked over to us and I said, "Hey Kelly, when does your next album come out?" and she said, "Oh, soon." Then Jessica says, "What was her first single again?" and I said, "Miss Independent." Kelly interrupts and says, "Yeah, the new album's gonna be a lot like that!" Then Nikki Sixx walks up to us and says, "Hey, I could show you around." So we follow him. Well actually, I walk beside him and Shanel and Jessica are behind us. I tell him how much I love Sixx:A.M. and I ask him if they're going to make another album. He says, "No." and then leads us into this big white tent and down a staircase, which leads to some place where there's a bunch of stacked crates. In the middle of the floor is this tiny little stage and Sixx:A.M. is playing (somehow Nikki moved from beside me to playing his bass). Then these gangsters come running into the room with their AK 47s and whatnot and they're like, "Everybody get down! GET DOWN!" and people start freaking out. So I duck behind these boxes, and Shanel's beside me on one sied, and then Sixx:A.M. morphs into Shinedown who are playing and James Michael is crouched down beside me. He says, "We have to get out of here" as though I didn't know that, and then starts running towards another doorway. Shanel follows him, and me too, but then I turn around and start yelling, "Wait! I have to find Aiden! I can't leave without Aiden!" and I'm completely hysterical, crying my eyes out and running back into the room where the thugs are still marching around with their guns and everyone else is crouched down with their hands over their heads. Shanel grabs me by the arm and says, "Aiden will be fine! We have to go!" and drags me into the other room. We jump into this hole kind thing that was dug under some crates, and James is there, and then he's like, "I know a way out." So he leads us to this other staircase and we climb up it and find Jacoby Shaddix leading a group of SWAT guys down to deal with the gangsters. And that was that.
It was totally weird though, lol.
And the thing is that I would totally die for Aiden. Even if sometimes I resent the fact that because of him, Holly and my dad don't care as much about me, and even if he drives me absolutely insane sometimes, I love that kid to bits and I'd do anything to keep him safe. If anything were ever to happen to him, I don't know what I'd do. I'd probably just die, seriously.
It was the most heart-warming thing ever to get to the lake and have Aiden come running down the lawn, yelling, "Nika!" to give me a hug.
But enough about me.
Currently Listening: The Addict by Papa Roach
I've got a pocket full of pills
And I'm looking for a cheap thrill tonight.
Control me, console me.
I've got a disaster on my hands
'Cause I'm living like a criminal tonight.
Control me, console me.
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