Not a good dream

Last night I had a dream that's been niggling at me all day so I'm going to write it out since hopefully that will help.

I dreamed that I was a contestant on America's Next Top Model and we were going to Sydney. I felt very out of place and there was another girl like me who also didn't fit. We arrived in the place we were staying, which was part of the university and large and rambling.


This girl and I were roommates but we couldn't find our room, it was number 2D and we found a room that had all the supplies for a good desk but no beds. As we were searching we came upon an old friend of mine named Cliff, I knew him from elementary school upwards and he was my first boyfriend. He was friendly and made me feel like I fit somewhere but we still didn't have any place to sleep and were dead on our feet, also there'd been a mix up with our luggage. I have this image of my huge yellow duffel dropping off somewhere out of my sight. In the end we were able to find our proper room and I tried to talk to the other girls and say that we were hurting from the way we were treated. I don't remember how that scene ended.

Then we were waking up very early in the morning, I remember looking at my watch and trying to figure out the time and not wanting to move. Then there was the only scene that actually felt like it was from the show of this complicated performance to do with makeup and lots of glitter. I remember there was a girl who kept drawing my eye since she wasn't dancing and clearly felt out of place, also she forgot things she was supposed to do. Then I woke up and since then I've walked to the library and I'm still feeling a bit off. The sense of not fitting in that dream was so strong, its rather hard to shake.

Memethings

This one always keeps popping up and I enjoy it. You don't have to repost it if you don't want to, I got it from dynastessa.

Comment and I will....

a) Tell you why I friended you.
b) Associate you with something -- a fandom, song, color, photo, etc.
c) Tell you something I like about you.
d) Tell you a memory I have of you.
e) Ask you something I've wanted to know about you
f) Tell you my favorite userpic from your list
g) In return, you need to post this on your own LJ.

Also from moofoot

The problem with LJ: we all think we are so close, but really, we know nothing about each other. So I want you to ask me something you think you should know about me. Something that should be obvious, but you have no idea about. Ask away. Then post this in your LJ (if you want to, you can still ask me stuff even if you don't) and find out what people don't know about you!

She asked me How did you get started in creative-writing? Was it just something you picked up as a kid?

I like this question, but the crazy thing is that I don't remember really. Even in elementary school the backs of my notebooks were full of stories. I always wrote on the very back pages and moved towards the front so that I could easily switch from my stories to taking notes. I think some of the earliest things I ever wrote were with my best friend, Erin. She would draw these wonderful houses and families on index cards and then I'd write in their stories.

Over time it just expanded for me to include telling stories and different sorts of writing. For a long time all I wanted to be was a writer but I had some rather horrible creative writing teachers who made me think that I wasn't good enough to succeed in it. So writing has always been a part of me just at times, its quieter whether due to work or worry about not being good enough.

I'm so grateful to Milliways, because it got me writing again. Now I'm writing fics and other things and its wonderful and today I'll go sign up for NaNoWriMo.

NaNoWriMo

One more small entry and then I'll stop cluttering up your friends list. I just signed up for NaNoWriMo and my username is ceitfianna, please friend me and look forward to writing with everyone. Now off to help parents with stuffed cabbage leaves for dinner.