Network

Far be it from me to police the activities of the members of this network, but I would ask that certain members of it refrain from phoning me in the middle of the night to inform me of their childish antics and, if it would not be too much trouble, to refrain from using terrible faux and obviously affected accents to play act the roles of historical figures simply because they feel that it will get a rise out of me.

Courfeyrac, I will now be changing my phone number in the hopes "Louis-Phillipe" and "Marianne" do not phone me again to inquire "how the revolution is going" and if I am "enjoying the comforts of my pillow barricade". I hope that you are satisfied in that you helped to ruin the editing that I was doing and will now be watching as my grade point average plummets.

Thank you. So very, very much. Dare I ask who the lady you roped into assisting was?

...It was Sif. Wasn't it? You and Sif did this. But you're the one I'm now ceasing to speak to.

I've had some more weird dreams lately. The past few nights have been full of adventure and fun, journeys that feel more real than fantasy. I feel that I need to share -- it's just all so fantastic!

There was a man, with short cropped hair, leather jacket and big ears. I thought of him as Nine. He was so lost, so alone, until he found the blonde. She is saving him, I think. I want to see more.

I've had more dreams of the other man, too. Ten. He has my best friend's face. The blonde is traveling with him as well, and I think they might have saved each other. They look so happy.

It's all jumbled, but I think I'm starting to see the lines coming together.

Everything I've seen, imagined, and dreamed has brought me to a realization though:

I've never seen my face in my dreams. I see everyone else, but not me. I wonder what it means.

God, I hate Uther. How could he treat Gwen like that? It's inhuman.

I need motherfucking pricks to stop tagging pictures of cats as 'kittens'.

Fucking people know the difference between a cat and a kitten come on people this isn't a fucking game

I like animals I need to know what I'm clicking on

With all of this talk about whether or not ghosts are real, I should be siding with the 'Ghosts don't exist side'. I'm a man of science and shouldn't believe in things like ghosts. However, I was intrigued recently and decided to do some research. While it's very easy to explain away a lot of the stories that have been reported about supposed ghost sightings, even I have to admit that there are some instances that are more difficult to explain away.

Is it merely a coincidence that so many people are experiencing unexplained instances at the same time?

Yes, I have a black eye. No, it doesn't hurt. Yes, it'll go away eventually. Stop asking me questions. Jesus.

My friend Robert has inspired me, I'm thinking of getting a dog. Possibly a puppy, but maybe a rescue dog from one of the local shelters. I get a bit lonely, sometimes, and could use the companionship.

I've got it all worked out: I can bring him with me to school and do my research outside, when possible. There may be a few hours where he'd have to stay outside, but I'd take breaks and go and play with him and walk him around when I'm forced to stay in the lab. If need be, my parents can dog sit.

I'm thinking some sort of setter or retriever. A majestic dog, you know. Something regal. Will keep everyone posted.