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And apparently we're not like breakfast today.

It wouldn't be that bad if half of what I tried to give her didn't end up on my shirt. Now to my list of chores today I can add doing laundry and mopping in the kitchen. As well as an early bath for yours truly. If only she could have told me before I made it for her.

All this before I had my coffee.

I've finally given in to popular culture and signed up to this whole blogging thing. The next thing I know, I'll be tweeting too. I'm sure it all goes downhill from here. Once you prescribe to one social norm, there's no escaping.

I suppose I should introduce myself then, since I'm already going to Hell in a handbasket.

My name's Cesare Borgia. I live in Sacramento most of the time, although I always somehow end up back in Anaheim. I'm going to blame that on my mother's cooking. I just can't stay away.

I think I recognize some of you guys from UCB, although I did spend most of my time there high paying attention to my studies... or something like that.

So what's the custom now? Is this where I invite people to reply to me in the hope of making new friends? If so, have at it. My sister's always telling me I should be more sociable.

Glad there's no school. I don't feel good today. Not sick, exactly, just...out of sorts. And no, it isn't PMS.

Well, no one told me it was 'bring your badass Asgardian sword to work day', but I'm glad I did, since it's apparently Tuesday and like any Tuesday that involves some crazy bullshit going on with one of my friends and strange creatures attacking the ranch.

Kind of humanoid looking, black with blue glowy... something. You know. Like a shadow ripped off someone's body and then ate a bunch of blue LED's.

They die pretty quickly, at least. If my morning is any indication of what today is going to be like, I think I might need more coffee.

I'm feeling a little better today, so I figured I'd, uh, elaborate a little on my last post. Since it wasn't really getting across everything.

The zombies in my dreams have a real community. We do ... Community-ish things. Really. We have a "church." And friends, and we get married then we get placed with zombie children and. Well. That's your zombie family. And we only hunt ... Maybe once or twice a month? Brains are coveted.

Brains are sort of like ... What happens here? You have this weird dreams and visions about that person. So I'm dreaming about me dreaming about this guy. Perry, I think his name is. It's bizarre, but zombie-me likes it, because zombie-me wants to be human. I think.

So. Yeah. There's that.

Where is it Americans go on holiday but not bother with leaving the country?

Customs in this country can be dreadful.

Move to California, they said.

It'll be good for your career, they said.

It's absolutely not zombie infested, they said.

Huh. Good to know I can rip these blue monster things in half.

Is everyone safe? Secure?

Starting to think this city should have just come with a warning sign. "FUCKING BOLLOCKS AND SHIT: DON'T ENTER."

It's bad enough to be lectured about smoking by trees, but what the bloody fuck is this shit, now? Excuse me while I stay in my flat and try finding the bottom of this bottle.

If you don't stop giving me shit about the purse I'm going to end you.

Calling all young people who have just graduated high school!

In honor of this fact (and because my sister and her boyfriend are among you) I am opening Always on Monday evening for a party. Non-alcoholic cocktails, music and fun are all yours.

Cover charge of $10 then you're free to drink and dance all night. I look forward to seeing you all there!

Is it common to start getting migraines when you're a. a guy, and b. 20? I've never had this happen before and I'm confused. Also, what do you do when you appear to have been replaced by your family? I was dealing with it before but now I've gotten another new "sibling" and it feels like shit on top of everything else cause I have issues not being the only child, I guess. Advice on either topic?

So... I've been thinking about this for about a month now. But, I'm changing my major.

Also, my mirror has taken to reminding me that it's nearly been 7 months now. It feels like the 4 month mark was only yesterday~

And then my desk decided it was going to comment on my piles of scratched out notes and scripts and changes. Apparently I need to "sex it up" because that's "usually your area" and "really, man, the pens have told me things about what you do under the tables at work". Apparently it? he? she? is jealous cause there's been some at work action the last week or so.

I desperately need a drink.

You really haven't lived until you've participated in a conversation involving two dogs, a waterfountain and two humans. Especially when that conversation is in perfect classical french and involves the phrase "I would lick cheese from the back of that duck, snickering at the Yorkie that prances past and baiting a Chinese Crested over her "so nineteen EIGHTIES" hairdo.

Unleashed and loving it or what?

Is it weird that I didn't throw a party or whatever for graduating high school? I just always figured it would, it wasn't really in question. And I start college in August, so it's not like I'm free from something. Just a little bit older now.

I'll probably feel differently when I graduate college, but for now, I'm just going to enjoy sleeping in from time to time while I still can.

I got called in to talk to the coach last week and he informed me I will not be on the team this year. My injury was too severe in his opinion. He doesn't think with the three days of physical therapy and the three days I exercise on my own that I'll be in tip-top shape. So, I'm off the team for good. I didn't get to argue my case, I don't even get to sit on the bench. According to him, my career in Basketbal is over and the closest I'll ever get to the game again is as a broadcaster.

This fucking sucks.

So I finally joined the ranks of Dreamers. So far its not too different from my life, earlier time wise and instead of being a novel writer I'm a journalist with a famous father.

Strangest thing though was I kept hearing this music throughout, like it was a soundtrack or something. Bizarre.