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Booooored. Bored bored bored.

Who wants to go dancing? Your drinks are on me, promise.

I'm now officially Candy Francesca Quackenbush LeBeau. Yes. I'm Candy LeBeau. And I don't even do porn!

I'm just glad nothing tried to attack/eat/maim us during the wedding. In my dreams, the soul that shared my body got killed during her wedding ceremony, so I'm glad no dragons tried to choke me. Pictures forthcoming to friends and so's the party. You'll get your cake, Queen.

So turns out, when you have a super sexy girlfriend who hangs around the house naked half the time... it really makes it quite difficult to get any real work done. But! I did manage to get this piece done and I think it might actually revolutionize noise-cancelling headphones. To a degree never reached before. I now have to head into the lab to actually put it to use, but this could come in supremely handy for public use, sure. But really, it'll help with those who work with guns, or in factories with loud noises, or construction sites, airports.

Never Google your famous friends, cats and kittens, or you might end up finding their truly Corbin Fisher worthy old headshots.

Bast? Tell me you were like, eighteen, please.

Okay, this is going to be a little weird, but bear with me, ValarNet.

A couple weeks ago, I woke up, and there was a necklace from my dreams on my bedside table. The guy I was dating in the dreams gave it to me, but here, he's just a friend, and's engaged to another one of my friends, so clearly, I would never date him here. I put it in one of my drawers so I wouldn't have to look at it or think about it anymore, but now that I've had more dreams, I think I should start wearing it. Do you think that's okay? Is it weird to want to wear something that a boy you would never date in real life gave you in your dreams because you'd started dating? Is it normal to have your waking feelings affected by your dreams?

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Can my dreams just go back to me whacking alien nasties with a baseball bat? I liked that. It was fun. Teach the stupid pepperpot to call me small.

'Cause I'm really not liking how... ominous things are getting. More I have these Nemesis dreams, more I realise I don't have a clue what's going on.

You know you're losing your touch when your best friend somehow manages to get engaged without you having even the slightest clue.

Then again, I've always been the oblivious type. Maybe that's why Rei Miss Hino lets me manage her burlesque club whilst she's away - I don't fall for the ridiculous flirting the girls try sometimes.

I can shoot bio-electricity bolts from my hands.

How cool is that?

Also when I went back to the doctor, they said that I no longer have cancer, which is really weird. They said it was like I never had cancer in the first place. I have no idea what happened. They want to do tests because that's highly abnormal. Well obviously it is. People don't miraculously get cured.

When I get back from my weekend away, I'm totally going to wine and dine the hell out of you, Pen.

Seriously, I'm even going to break out the suit. It'll be both fancy and schmancy.

And then dancing.

Anyone got any recommendations for that kind of thing? Possibly something with a velvet rope. And valet parking. Not that I'm gonna let any punk valet kid touch my car, but the option should be there. Gotta treat my best girl right.

C'est officiel - Remy LeBeau is a married man.

Have I mentioned lately how much I love my job? I love my job, I love my life... Best boyfriend ever, did I mention? Except that he talks about me being naked online.

Okay, so I talk about me being naked online, too.

I'm like the anti-blogger. Since everything's good right now.

Oh, Shit. Did I just jinx myself? Where's some wood? Throw salt over my shoulder?

Debating not going back to school in the fall. Don't tell my folks. Draco, don't read that.

What does one do when family members announce an intention to visit you, and you simply don't want them to come?

My parents intend to fly all the way over from England, just because I told them I'd been in a little street accident. Best not to talk about things like blue monsters with them. They said they won't try to take me home, but, while I may honor them, I do not want them here.

Help?

I'm going to be up for a few hours. Unfortunately. I fell asleep when I got home from work (Bro and SIL didn't need me for babysitting tonight) and dreamed about four years worth of dreams. Mostly Hogwarts stuff. I've finished with school, unless I'm gonna go back and re-live it, and now I'm ready to really get some practice in with my wand.

Gosh, I must sound absolutely insane.

Magic won't hurt the baby, will it?

Hello! My name's Michael, and I will be working here! Not here, on this network, you know but in Irvine, CA, which is pretty cool, gotta say! You guys heard of Tony Stark? Yeah, he hired me.

Well, not him. Some jerkface in HR, but still. Pretty good, huh? Yeah. Looking forward to it, I
really am.

That's what she said.

Trying to figure out this 401k crap hurts my brain.

It's good to be home.

Can I go back to work yet?

It would appear my father seems to think I'm lacking in certain aspects of my life. He sent me out a book that I started reading earlier today, but, and this might say how keen I am on it, I left it an acquaintance's home and won't be able to retrieve it until Tuesday.

The book is "Proof of Heaven." I won't bore you with details, if you're interested, you can Google it.

I'm afraid my dad isn't very subtle when he's trying to hint at things.

Well, Stockton was a bust. Got a little too hot for me there. Had to bail out. Fortunately, I hadn't really unpacked, so it didn't take me long to pull up roots and head on out of town.

Been on the road for a while so I thought I'd stop somewhere in Southern California. Then I overheard people talking about this network, and I have to say... you all are crazy. Can I join in?