Last night, I had a dream that me and my family were in a zombie-infested suburbia, and we were all packing heat. And you know what? I have a creeping suspicion that it was only the extension of a dream I had prior. It feels, sometimes, like my dreams are parts of sterilized novels. Adventures hiding in my subconscious. And when I go to sleep, I remember them all over again; to continue them, only for my ventures to be forgotten the next morning, and then remembered again when I rest. What if. . .when people sleep and dream "nothing," the same concept is involved? What if, when people wake up the next day don't remember anything, it's only because it's an extension of the same nothing they drempt of in their lives previously?

Just. . . thoughts. That's all.
The paragraph above are the kind of thoughts that go through my head all the time; I think these types of things so often, and then I just forget them. In a way, it kind of seems like a shame, even if they don't really mean anything at all.
But then, what does?
But, ah, I won't sail in THAT boat, not today.
I think I need to keep a notepad on me. Or. . . something.
. . .yeah.

So, like. I beat Assassin's Creed today. The first one. I finally got around to it after I /almost/ beat it the first time, and then all my data was erased. It's actually a pretty boring game the second time around. It was kind of a relief to beat it. Although. . .the ending was kind of scary. Especially if you know what all the subliminal junk means. Brr, conspiracy theories. Everything's so involved. What to think? No sure answer; therefore, believe in nothing.

Hm. I feel like I'm speaking in riddles. I don't mean to confuse anyone. Really, I don't.
I blame existentialism.
Ha.

And I've been drawing a lot more lately. It's. . . well, I diffidently want to go in some artistic career. Still unsure. Probably a bad thing since I'm going to college next year. But, well, I think I'm going to go to one of those. . um. . . one of those. . . right, community colleges. Find out what I really want to do, then transfer and go do it. It works just perfectly for immature people like me.
. . .sigh.
Immature in the sense that I'm lost in a sea of puberty, doubt, and emotional development, that is.

. . .Ugh, I wish I hadn't drunk so much coffee today. At this rate, I'm going to be staying up all night plus some, and then what will I do about waking up early the day after for school? Sigh. Well, I guess I'll just deal with it.

I never just take the time to just sit and WRITE anymore. Hm. I should do it more often, at least. Then I'd be doing SOMETHING rather then catching my tail all the time.

. . . hm. What else have I been up to?
Oh, I know.
. . .So lately, I've been trying to watch anime, and all of them seem the same! It's really disturbing. I want good good art and story, with developed characters. Is that really so much, really? Everything's the same! IT'S LIKE THIS.
"Hi, I'm Makuto Nakumora. I get straight A's, but my looks are average and I don't have a girlfriend. My life was completely normal, and I want to keep it that way. But one day, I met Shakun. She's the fairy goddess from the land Raisigan, and a princess, too! She landed on earth out of the blue -- and then claimed she wanted to be my eternal slave! Boy, did THAT catch me off guard! I said no, obviously. But the little minx keeps following me, showing me her bests and panties every chance she gets! I yell at her and throw her out of the window like any normal boy would do. In return, she hits me with a massive hammer, and I almost die every day! Boy, what a crazy life. I just wish that her adorable and somewhat kinky magical shenanigans would stop getting in the way of my ordinary life!"
. . .I HATE THIS. WHY EVEN MAKE THIS. I DON'T GET IT. I'VE SEEN AT LEAST TWENTY JUST LIKE IT. AND THAT'S ONLY ONE OF THE CLICHE'D STORY PLOTS I'VE SEEN. THERE ARE SO MANY OF THE SAME ONES.
. . .And! For the love of all that is holy! If woman are in space and shooting guns, working for the military, chances are, they'd be highly trained and intelligent. They would NOT be slender, beautiful woman who wear heels and non-armored spandex while battling aliens, stopping to say in the middle of a fight, "Whoopsie-doopsie! I dropped my gun! I hope I don't get tentacle-raped by the giant alien squid as I bend to pick it up~!"
SHE ALWAYS GET'S TENTACLE-RAPED.
Once in a while, fanservice, I get it. Once in a while, it's funny, it's stupid, I get it. But really, it's not once in a while. Every other anime is like this. There is no story. There is no plot. It's only stupid fanservice which most of the time, doesn't even amount to anything! If I wanted irritating fanservice, I'd watch bad porn.

. . .No, I don't have to watch anime like this. Why am I complaining. No ones forcing me to watch them. But ignoring it really doesn't make anything better, either. And when I'm trying to find something worth while, of course I have to stumble through the awful sludge.

. . .My god.
Just. . . sigh. I really didn't mean to rant so much about it. I mean, but it's just. . .I almost feel like I didn't sign up with this. I fell in love with anime/manga because of the wonderful stories and characters. Where have they all gone? Did I already sail through everything worthwhile? Ffff.
Why does it feel to have gotten worse?
Well.

Mmn. I'm just ranting. Like I said, I really didn't mean to just run on like that. But still. . .! Ha, well.
I think I'm talked-out for today.

Until next time.