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Back from my little vacation. And back to reality.

Isabela, I have something for you. And I believe I need to pick something up.

Not too long ago I was chatting with a woman on here who suggestd I read The Plague. I finished it last night and I'm ready to discuss. Have you put any dent in The Brothers Karamazov?

If I saw any of my cats like this I'd be scared! What horrors would the ponies unleash upon me?! Rarity would make me comb my hair and then Fluttershy would stare at me, no one withstand staring of that magnitude!

I don't really know what to make of all the dreams.

The dream continues to be weird, and kind of out there. Now, while we exchange manly bro hugs, Oliver starts welcoming me to "the league". The league of what, exactly? A league that Batman seems to be in, which, okay, fine, who doesn't secretly want to hang out with Batman?

Anyway, it keeps on happening, and everytime I notice more little details. Hell, it really feels like this is actually real, as fucked up as that sounds. Like some kind of weird memory reaction thing, which makes no sense, but hey.

In last night's festival of weirdness, they actually were calling me Red Arrow. Brain's got to be telling me to go back to doing that sort of thing. It's been a while, what with trying to avoid trouble, archery, the ranch, and generally being emo. Time to get my life back on track, I think.g

My own coaching sessions are going, well, I can't decide if I hate or love my new coach, but he's got this way of picking out my issues and showing them to me in ways that I can then pick a apart, and working on them. Damn it, he's a nag, and really tough on me, but truthfully? I kind of needed it.

So...life, and weirdness, I guess. How's everybody else been doing?

So.

That went well.

This Olympics thing is happening, then. Ridiculous amounts of training after school until school ends. About a month of full-time training after school is over, and then we leave for London mid-July.





I'm completely panicked about my little sister. My mother works constantly and Prim's just not old enough to take care of herself. And she really doesn't trust people readily at all.

I mean, obviously both of them will be coming to London, but during all this training?

It seems I'm finally settled in.

I've always found it fascinating how much simpler one's life appears when packed inside several dozen boxes.

(ooc: I may be slow on replies tonight, as I'll be sleeping soon.)