Network

I've been in this apartment for almost a year and for the most part I've gotten used to our colorful neighbors. Or, at least I thought I had. We must have new neighbors upstairs. That or our current upstairs neighbors have taken up a nocturnal lifestyle that involves poorly juggling bowling balls at 3 am.

I'm not sure which is worse, being woken up at o'dark thirty by a scream, or the sound of something heavy being dropped on the floor above at a constant rate.

Worst. Dream. Ever.

[Luke]
So. Hey.

Hello everyone! Good morning. Hi.

My name is Jill, and I just moved here, and I'm looking for the textbook for THTR250 because the bookstore was out and there's no online version and the next order isn't coming until Christmas which is a little late for me but they said if I asked here someone might have a copy they don't need anymore so does anyone have any copies of Gilette's Theatrical Design and Production?

Welp, my first week of teaching didn't go up in flames or end in half my class quitting so I'm gonna call that a success.

Bit hard to get in the Halloween spirit when its 95 degrees. I wanna go somewhere where it's cold and Halloween stuff happens.

Sometimes, you just take off for a couple weeks and vanish. I'd like to say it helped, but only a little.

Logan
I've determined that I have a good semblance of control. Unless I'm drunk and punching people in the face.

Jean
Well.

I have some more control now?

I saw Mulan for the first time. One the one hand, quite inspirational. On the other hand, I have 'Be a Man' stuck in my head and the chorus keeps cropping up at the most interesting times.

Fill the car up with petrol Be a Man!

So now I am in the country with the sheep, the suspicious looks, and my brother's wife of all people. It's not difficult to tell she has no interest in being around me. Neither do their servants. The children, however, seem quite certain that I've come bearing gifts. Which I hadn't really, but that is all a part of being distracted by my being exiled to my brother's country home. And the displeasure of being around sheep. Of course, I gave William my pocket watch, which he quickly broke.

I am predicting a slow and painful death by sheep. It seems the only likely thing to happen. That or death from boredom. The only books in the entire house are children's books and none of them are good quality. Who knows if they are complete books.

Please let me never look like my brother when this is over

All things considered, Orange County is a far less painful exile.

I cannot wait to start dreaming myself. I am highly curious about the lives that I have lived in the past. I am assuming that this is the sort of thing these dreams are or at least it makes the most sense to me.

For now though I have school work to complete.

And now there are male clones. These aren't like the male clone of Sarah; these are a completely different set of clones called Castor clones. And apparently they're not too nice. And to top it off, Helena has been taken thanks to Mrs. S who was trying to save Sarah. And of course we're not done with DYAD, even after Sarah put a pencil through Rachel's face. This time Sarah had to impersonate Rachel while Allison impersonated Sarah. I wish I could have been there for that one.

My sisters and I seriously fight the weirdest people in our dreams.

First it was the Boogie Man. He liked disco so I suppose it was fitting? And then there was a zombie magician.

Sorry bubbles for scaring you with the bedtime story in our dreams!

I have the weirdest conversations with my dad. I really do. And half the time I can't even figure out how we got on a particular topic. Like tonight we somehow ended up on the topic of makeup and beauty products and the fact that I really need to find some kind of tutorial online on how to use an eyelash curler since the brush set I bought to replace my old ones came with one. And my dad drops this on me "Well if you lived closer sweetheart I could teach you how to use it. I taught your sisters after all."