Some Good Advice. Maybe?

I think the best advice that I've ever received was that you don't always have to start at the beginning. I'm an aspiring writer, or at least I hope to be, ad my biggest issue always seems to be getting going. I'm lazy and unmotivated for a lot of the time, but then once I do find myself motivated, I really get into trouble. When I'm writing something, or simply participating in daily life, I get hit with these incredible broad ideas that I can't WAIT to bring about in words. Except, I can't actually write anything. I often wonder, is it possible to have writers block before you even start? I love being creative, by why the hell is it so frustrating? It's like everyday I get up and I say "I promise you Ally, you will be a great writer, but NOT TODAY." Hell, it took me four times to write the intro to this post. So far. So to my mom, who just bestowed upon me some annoying advice that could possibly be the holy grail of my writing, thank you. I think you might be right. I don't have to start at the beginning of the story, I can just go. Shit, I use a lot of commas. Life, with all it's rules and ways things should happen, is unpredictable, and therefore I can be unpredictable too. It's a shame I can't start things in life from the middle, or maybe even the end. Or, can I? I guess there is only one way to find out... Good luck this week, and don't forget to just do it. WAIT. That could be a trademark issue. Sorry Nike! (Please don't sue me I have no money.) I hope this post inspired you, but if not, I really hope this will:

Happy New Year! (Finally...)

I've never been one for change. I abhor it with every fiber in my being. I have trouble throwing out perfume boxes and changing the way the books are laid out in my cases (yes, I have multiple book cases, I can't throw away books either). Everytime I leave vacation, I say goodbye to everything I've seen (in an emotional wreck sort of way). When my family moved, only twenty (ish) minutes away as a matter of fact, I had the worst experiences of my life getting rid of my stuff and adjusting to the new area and the new house. We just came back from vacation and it was a tough realization that I wouldn't be going back "home". I've recently started 11th grade and I have the legal capacity to drive, but I'm so against change that I still don't really know how. I got my permit in March. 2013 has been, in the truest sense (and mind the profanity here if you will) the biggest fucking mess of my life. I outgrew the gifted program that I had become accustomed to, my school changed the grading system (and the math program), I started AP classes, and I've drifted away from most of my friends. In all honesty, I haven't been doing as well in school as I need to and it's freaking me out. For the first time in my life, I'm ready for a change. The new year arrives with so much opportunity, I just hope I get to experience it all. So, to change, I'm ready. I can't freaking wait. To 2013, goodbye and good riddance, I hope to never experience a year of such insecurity and personal failure. Or if I do, to see it differently. I write this as a send off and a greeting, to 2014 with open arms, heres to the best.