Has a day ever inspired you so much that you feel like you could do anything? I don't know, but sometimes it's like I'm more inspired by inperfection than by perfection. Take today, for example. The sky is completely clear blue, like I haven't seen for a long time. The grass is brown and dry and snow-scorched, with a few scraggly hints of green struggling up, and it's covered in long-dead leaves. The pavement is gray and dull with dirt and leftover sand from the days of snow. There are a few melting snowbanks here and there, covered in dirt and hard as ice. The trees are bare, except for the weathered evergreens. The wind whips around so badly that every time I go outside, I want to go inside. Really, except for the sky, it should all depress me a little, like spring will never come - so why do I feel so wonderfully inspired, like I could write a million words and sing any song and be on top of the world? I sometimes worry for my own sanity, but then I forget to, and it doesn't matter anymore. I mean, who can worry on a day like today? It's just been really good. I've gotten pretty far in a fanfic I'm writing. It's pretty cool: the plot of Phantom of the Opera, mixed in with the characters and setting of Twilight. It's been fun to write, so far. At least, it occupies me in class when I should be working on some stupid math problem. Although sometimes I feel like I should be working on fiction of my own - which I do, but I haven't much lately. I should work on the one I failed at completing during NaNoWriMo - it's sort of like a continuation of the story after Rapunzel, but with a bunch of MAJOR twists. Maybe I can post it on fictionpress, see what people think. Okay, if you happen to have read through all this, I have an assignment for you. Go look up the version of the Phantom of the Opera title song that the band Nightwish performed. It is absolutely INCREDIBLE. Actually, just look up all things Nightwish in general. You won't regret it.