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I'm having a geode, crystal, and lodestone sale at my shop, the Magick Shoppe out in Tustin! Please, come by and visit me, I'm bored as can be. Nothing ever happens in Orange County, I swear. So beautiful, so tedious.

Even though I've lived in California a few years now, sometimes I still get such a culture shock. It's weird coming from a small town to California. If you've always been here, you'll never notice it. But if you're from a small place in the middle of the mountains like me, it's like night and day.

Especially Venice Beach. I mean, sure, you won't find a beach in the town I'm from. We're nearly 7 hours from the ocean. But you definitely will never find the types of people walking around there in Revelstoke. You'd probably be laughed at in the street, publicly mocked. It's a very small town -- not a lot of money there. People don't get too imaginative with what they're wearing or doing when they're working in lumber. The nicest you'll see most people wearing out are non-ripped jeans and sweaters.

In any case, I guess I'm not surprised I still get shocked by the people and places around here. But really, three years and I still get freaked out seeing a dude in a thong?

...Okay, well maybe I'll never get used to that.

Isn't this dreaming thing freaking fantastic? I mean really. What did I do in this other life or whatever to deserve this? Oh wait, I was forced to fight to the death with other children. That must be it. Everyone else gets to dream about being superheros and doing awesome things and I have to dream about a world were children are forced to murder each other.

How many times in life can a person draw the short straw? Yes, that's supposed to be a rhetorical question.

Me and my bestie are moving in tomorrow. Any volunteers to help? I'll provide pizza, and beer.

Warning to all my countrymen - ( This is a real phenomenon. )

Taylor Swift is playing four shows in LA in August, and I'm going. All four shows.

Who's going with me??

Well HYDRA's a crock of shit.

Meanwhile, my costume showed up in my closet today. It's tighter and curvier than I was expecting. Though I'm not sure what I was expecting exactly.

How the hell do I even put this thing on?

We need to find a new radio station to play in the shop. I've got this song stuck in my head... but only the chorus. I don't know the rest of the words... it's irritating. But catchy.

Can't a man have any peace in this damn state?

I get it, I'm at least a little renowned. Sometimes, I just want to have time to myself, rather than being hounded by... idiots.

I'm working on a team organizing a public Easter Egg Hunt for families in need. We're looking for all sorts of volunteers. We need donations of plastic eggs and things to fill them (dimes, candies, stickers) and volunteers to set up the hunt and clean up afterward. The hunt is going to be on Saturday, March 30 at 10am, located at [Public Park Name and Address].

Is anyone interested in assisting?

I will not wield my broadsword in traffic, I will not wield my broadsword in traffic, I will not wield my broadsword in traffic.

The fucking bitch. Teach me to try and show affection. Or put any fucking effort into a relationship.

I wish I were 21 and then I could drink.

Thankfully I have more class and honesty than to fucking name names. Cheating asshole.

[TW: in comments for mention of their father and what he's done]

Girls have too much stuff in the bathroom. I was taking a shower earlier and went to get my shampoo and knocked over like four bottles of shampoo that Alyssa keeps in there. Why does she need four different shampoos? And don't get me started on all the stuff under the sink and on the sink. I don't even know what half that stuff is for. I keep like soap, shampoo and my toothbrush in there and that's it. Why do girls need so much stuff?

I also had another dream last night. In it, I was in kind of the same situation with my parents as in real life, but the difference was that my mom told me who my father was practically from birth. She told me about him often, including the fact that he was a fucking superhero! When I was ten she decided to just dump me on him, which was the first he knew about me. Neither of us were very happy with that, it would seem. I was also kind of a brat in my dreams.

So, I decided to take a nap when I got home, so that I can stay up and make cupcakes later and I had the craziest dream. I was still a waitress, but I was back in New York and the diner was owned by this really small Asian man, who was really easy to make fun of and the cook was even more of a lech than the one at my real job is. So, Han hires this new waitress who turns out to be kind of like Paris Hilton, but smarter and not skanky and her father is in jail for some sort of fraud so she's poor now and she tries to convince me that I can sell my cupcakes for seven bucks at the diner. Then my boyfriend hits on her and I get mad at her, but then I catch my boyfriend in bed with some other girl. Why dream me is dating this loser, I have no idea. Then she totally steals my break up scene with him. Then I took her to Goodwill to teach her to shop on a budget.

I was also working for some really ditzy socialite as a babysitter for her twins. Oh and did I mention that Caroline, that's the smarter Paris, had a horse? Because she did. And he lived in my backyard.

Well now that I've gotten the crazy dream telling out of the way, it's time to make the cupcakes.

There is a filibuster going on in Washington right now. A senator has talked and "answered questions" for twelve hours and fifteen minutes. He is allowed to talk without yielding the floor for as long as he can, so as to delay a vote.

When a filibuster is happening, nobody's allowed to leave the Capitol building. Not one person. Not even the damn janitor.

( implied violence )

So yeah. I feel sorry for everyone except the moron at the podium right about now.

Bran said that these dreams get kind of sucky as they go on, but the one I had last night was pretty nice! Bran was practicing archery and failing, so I jumped in and whooped his butt! It was a lot more fun than sewing lessons with Sansa and listening to that Septa lady drone on about how perfect Sansa's lines are or whatever. Everyone but mother thought it was hilarious. And Bran. After I hit the bullseye, I took a bow then Bran ran after me.

I totally think that me and Bran need to take archery now so I can whoop his butt in real life too.

Oh, and Courf, I'll definitely be at the party.