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WHAT IS WITH YOU PEOPLE AND DREAMS? Did I stumble onto some weird cult site or something? Don't sacrifice me, I'd be awful at it. Even though I'm an awesome screamer, good lungs, no asthma or anything.

Seriously, it's weirding me out.

But, in good news, it's almost Friday which means I have my favorite class (Database Systems, in case you were wondering) with the hot guy. Mmmm, hot guy. He kinda just sulks in the back and runs off after the bell so I can't ask him out. Stupid hot guy.

I found Girl Scout cookies on the floor of my office this morning.

Still in the box.

I think I was visited by the Girl Scout Cookie Fairy last night.

TGIF?

I learned today that you really shouldn't take a nap while at work.

I fell asleep for maybe 20 minutes at a max, but it felt like forever because I dreamt about my interview with Caesar Flickerman and divulving my secret crush on the girl that I am enemies with. It didn't go over well with her, but apparently my mentor thought it was a great tactic.

I ran off and decided I was done training with them and just steeled myself for the inivitable and having to figure out how to kill people and still manage to be me. I wasn't going to let the Capitol take control of me and use me as one of their pawns.

And then things moved faster to me being sent up a tube onto my starting block for the Games. And the moment I woke up was when the horns sounded.

Let the games begin.

And now I've been all twitchy all day. Great.

With all this court business and some other stuff, I haven't been able to work on my airship. But Korra is breathing down my neck because she wants us to live on it.

[Filter to Clara]

Clara, I've not heard from you in some time. I want to make sure everything's alright with you, and I feel we should talk. I've kept a few things under wraps for a bit, but I do feel we should get something in the open.

[/end filter]

Just finished A Farewell to Arms again, and once more I cannot tell you how amazing of a writer Hemmingway is, and yet an author whose works I just find so dry, and solemn, and full of a real lack of hope or future. So brilliantly done though, and speaks on a level most can't dream to touch, but that level and message is just so hidden in a really somber outlook. Always need to watch or listen to something upbeat afterwards.

I'm pretty sure that I'm fantastically immature for laughing at this, but hilarity ensues when you put price tags in poorly chosen places.

I can't breathe.

You know, when I said a few days ago that I had been hoping that somehow my dreams were over, I was stating a fact, not complaining. I wasn't trying to test fate.

At least the explosions have stopped. Instead I'm trying to build a factory to produce Jaffa Cakes of all things with a bloody spaceman and a dwarf. A dwarf who would rather eat Jaffa Cakes and be an insane dictator with a poking stick than live underground doing typically dwarven things, apparently.

I'm starting to think I've gone mad again. These dreams have gone right round the bend from somewhat disturbing to outright stupid.