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OMFG does anyone know how to calm morning sickness or am I shit out of luck?

Uh, hey there, internet? So my Psychology department head decided to give us this assignment that was going to last the summer, I guess? Blogging and social networking, stuff like that. Figure I can start it now, I guess... Never really know what to say in these things. Journals were never my deal, but. I guess there's always a first?

I don't really know. My brain's been kind of out of it and it's probably only going to get worse until after tomorrow and my date with just about the most amazing girl I've ever known. Not that you strangers really know or care, but cut me some slack alright, I'm new to this.

My husband has, in his own way, mentioned this, but I wanted to confirm the fact that we are, indeed, considering the idea of fostering a child. Preferably a little older, perhaps a teenager?

It's something we've been discussing for quite some time now, but the time just feels right. We're all nice and settled in here in California, Anthony's doing quite well in his business and I can set my own hours, so I'd be able to be home whenever possible.

If anyone has any advice on raising older children, it would be much appreciated. We're both very much looking forward to this new chapter of our lives.

Yours,
Arthur Fell-Crowley

FILTER: STEFAN & REBEKAH

I was thinking of making tacos for dinner sometime soon. I was also thinking about asking Elena if she wanted to come over and eat them with us, but I wanted to check with you two first. What do you think?

My internship is going really well so far! I'm still learning my way around town, but I am learning SO much at Stark Industries. I still can't believe I'm really here instead of my little town in Texas, but I have to say that I really like California so far.

I'm going camping this weekend, but I'm going to try and do some more exploring soon, so, Valarnet, what are the must see tourist spots around here?

FILTER: GINNY WEASLEY

That camping thing was this weekend, right? Between unpacking and work, I completely forgot to follow up and get all the details from you!

Whoah... well, I went from no dreams of any significance to having a long episodic dream last night. Like, it was all one day, in pieces, and spread out across the whole night, but... whoah.
( OOC Cut for the plot of The Last Starfighter )

So... that was my night. How is everyone else?

I got another modeling job. The shoot is next week. It's on the beach, and surfboards are involved. Sweet! I was thinking that I could quit the music store but I love it there.

My first shots will hit magazines this week. There's talk of posters or billboards for this summer line. Can you imagine me on a billboard? Epic shit!

I've also been asked to the prom by three other ladies who are really hot but I am already going. It's nice to be asked.

Somehow I'm supposed to find the time to crank out a 10 page paper on the Renaissance. I have until next Friday to turn it in.

Memorial Day weekend. I really need something to do that doesn't involve writing meaningless comments on term papers.

Hello, all. I just got an invite to this network; I'm thinking it might be good for marketing. Some of you might know my face; I normally go by Lady Mysteria, but you all can just call me Pam.

Yes, I am one of those workers, and I do charge high prices, but I'd like to think I make it worth it. Just shoot me a nice private e-mail if you're interested. You can even just chatter to me about your problems, but I'll only care if the money's good.

When I'm not working, I like vintage clothes, shopping, and pretty girls, in case you were curious.

I didn't think it was possible for me to be this tired all of the time. I thought I remembered what it was like when Harry was a baby, but I was sorely mistaken. Nothing compares to the deep down bone-tiredness that having a newborn and working every day does to you. Are my sentences even making sense right now? I'm not sure they are. Boat.

Yay long weekend! If the gods of the OC or whoever oversees this tiny plane of existence we live on could find it in their hearts to not do anything too horrible this weekend that would be appreciated.

Who let the dogs out?

I suppose it was inevitable, with how long I have lived in these parts. But today, waking up from a nap, I have the dubious honor of now being a Dreamer of the OC. The dreams are medieval in nature, pure fantasy and magic, and in them, I am a wizard, slowly growing in power and knowledge and trained in a school, a place called the Tower of High Sorcery.

It seems incredible, and somehow beyond all my dreams, that this has happened. My memories from these dreams seem so realistic, so vivid. I'm unsure whether to feel happy, or wary.

So. My case-worker/therapist/whatever the fuck they call themselves said I should join this place for the transition or some shit like that. Apparently this is supposed to help? Hell if I know. Like you people are going to help me 'adjust to my new home'. You don't know me, I don't know you.

But hell, why not right? I'm Adam. Fuckin' sucks to be here.

Hey Tonks! Guess what just showed up at my place this morning?

( BWAHAHAHAHAHA! )

HA! YOU'RE SCREWED NOW! :P

As if this week wasn't bad enough. All my weeks are bad and numb, the way I like it.

My usual diner, the diner I've gone to for a year and a half... Is shutting down. Where will I get my cup of black coffee in red cup, and clam and cheddar chowder?

You apparently can sell anything on the internet. Men, behold: you can buy "vagina essence" online. No, really. It's basically bottled vagina essence and you're supposed to just ... huff it, I guess.

WHAT HATH THE INTERWEBS BROUGHT US? WHAT HAS SCIENCE DOOOOOOONE?

I need some home remedies for nausea. Nothing with drugs in it. I know there are teas, but I'd rather have something else if possible.

I heard on the news that some kid is allergic to food. How the hell is that even possible?

I think I actually might need to sleep. It feels like I've been up for days. Maybe I shouldn't have had so many red bulls.